𝕋𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕒 𝕄𝕒𝕩𝕚𝕞𝕠𝕗𝕗

Demitri exhaled, his tone flat rather than threatening “You should speak more... Silence draws more attention than words ever will.”

“Only those who fear the day rejoice when night falls... So that rules me out entirely.”

Licking her lips, hungry. ❝ Oh~.ᐣ don't you say. it must be my lucky day. come, walk with me. we have much to talk about. ❞

Grabbing the woman's chin. ❝ i believe i said full name. ❞

Taking said crufix from her hand, an amused smile befell full lips. ❝ what did you say your full name was.ᐣ ❞

Leaning close, smelling. ❝ Say, you're not a regular human, are you.ᐣ ❞

Blocking the lady's path, smiling hungrily. such a familiar sense. ❝ have we met.ᐣ ❞

❝ Mm~.ᐣ what do we have here ... .ᐣ ❞

Tanya’s. ‘Fine, little one, we will play your game of questions, but I’m afraid this time I must insist upon compensation. It’s only fair, hm?’ Morrigan ran her tongue along her lips and grinned.

‘Still as bookish as ever, hm? And here I’d hoped you’d pick up a few of your father’s tendencies. Demitri was a pain but at least he wasn’t boring…’ Morrigan floated around Tanya a moment and sighed. ‘It’s often far better to learn by DOING, you know…’