𝔦𝔪𝔬𝔤𝔢𝔫.

a wolf is a wolf． even in a cage， even dressed in silk．

a wolf is a wolf． even in a cage， even dressed in silk．

“ somewhere around three thousand , ” estelle replies with a laugh . she knows it's not common to meet vampires as ancient as her . “ does it scare you ? ” she asks . “ that i'm so ancient . ”

estelle laughs . she doesn't mind the question . it doesn't bother her , but she is curious about why imogen cares . “ the romans called the area ' gaul , ' ” she begins . “ the greeks called it ' keltika , ' ” she adds . “ today , it's ――

“ no , ” estelle answers honestly . might be the first honest action she's taken between the two of them . she breathes the smoke out slowly , away from the woman . “ do you know how to spoil a princess ? also no . ”

“ hey , share ― ” estelle huffs , snatching it away . she pulls out a lighter and goes to light it , taking a drag before handing it back .

does it again . “ you're boring , do something cool . ”

“ so glad you asked , ” estelle smiles as imogen plays right into her hand , then reaches forward . she pretends to go for a lock of hair , then ― with a swift movement ― grabs onto the back of her neck and drags her forward . “ keep ――

i'm not arguing with a girl who has split ends .

i could be , but why break away from a good ol' tradition ?

listen , i'm trying to keep your insides from getting ripped apart by my body reattaching itself together in a healing process and you wanna get smart with me ? take a bite , mutt . be my guest .

i'm bad for your tummy .

uh huh ... now , roll over .

yeah , actually . glad you understand .