KISS ME i'm irish
"Do you need help?"
The male's voice did not come to her in any surprising manner. Caprice had felt him about three minutes ago, lurking behind her like some creep. Her mind had reached out, attempting to slide it's gentle fingers into his own until his natural block cam and pushed her back. A Dark Hunter. It was as if she was a magnet, as if they were drawn to her like moths to a flame. Not men, Hunters. Now it wasn't that she hated her own kind it was just that she worked differently than many of them would approve of. She did not kill based upon race or breed, she killed based upon morals. Murderers, rapists, terrorists, etc. She killed those that in her mind she believed deserved it. She had yet to meet another who agreed with her tactics for it was bred into them that those who were different should cease to exist. That made no sense to her though for, she too was different. Did that mean she herself deserved death?
" No grazie(thank you), " Caprice answers the other gently, her tired voice husky as she turns to fix those hazel greens upon his form. Great. Another blonde male. Her last encounter with one caused her brows to furrow her eyes at the sight of this one and she attempts to cover up her distaste with a small quirk of plush lips. Not all of them were the same, but she couldn't help but feel that familiar tug of irritation bubble within as she lowers her eyes before turning them back to the beauty of the sunrise. " Join me, maschio? " Her question surprises herself as it slips past her full kissers. Hands find themselves running through long dark brunette locks, attempting to release painful tangles. A soft sigh of defeat is given, hand gently patting the seat next to her. He could decline and she would be fine. Maybe not, for some reason she desired him to sit, needing the natural comforting presence of those that she tried so hard to avoid.
" Caprice." She would say, turning with an outstretched hand to him if he would have sat next to him. Though her hands were clean, they were stained with blood. Casually, she would glance down at her hands, shrugging gently before, " It's okay, it's not all mine..." Some could say her people skills weren't all up to par but to Caprice, it didn't matter. The only people she came in contact with really were those she were killing and small talk didn't really matter to her at those times.
" speaking."
Séamus O'Malley WARLOCK male . single . twenty-six . |
