❝𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮?❞
❝𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭.❞
. . • ☆ . ° .• -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-°:. *₊ ° .
She never wanted to associate further with the family business than she had in the past but the deathly threats in Beacon Hills asked for an ally. One that knew t...
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𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 — season three, episode twenty-one "THE FOX AND THE WOLF"
„So, this is a hunting trip?" Jordan asked confused as he fastened the seat belt around his body. Scooting backwards to sit properly in the passenger part of the car, his head tilted to the side to take a long look at the blonde female beside him. This was the first time, the Deputy went out to find a suspect without getting a strict order from the Sheriff.
„No, no." Amber waved her flat hand from left to right to emphasise her words with a gesture. „Stiles is not a suspect, he's having night terrors and doesn't realise that this isn't a dream."
„I've heard that before, it's pretty dangerous." The Deputy muttered, concerned about the condition of the Sheriff's son. Without the knowledge of what was truly happening in front of his eyes but at the same time behind his back , Jordan still knew how hazardous the situation was. A thin line between the two worlds was drawn to protect the supernatural creatures from being killed one by one. Scared people would gather weapons and try their best to end someone's life; a plan that Amber's grandfather would support without a doubt.
The Argent leaned between the front row of seats to grab a pair of black jeans from the back. Pushing the heel on her left foot with the help of the right one off, she repeated the same movement the other way around. A dazed look of bewilderment crossed over Jordan's face and he opened his mouth to question her intentions but Amber didn't give him a chance to ask. With her feet slipping into the stretchy fabric, she started to dress herself in a more usual attire than the dress.
The night started to settle in as the moon started to travel further towards the middle of the sky. Time started to run out, not even an hour and the Oni would go on their daily hunt to find the possessed teenager. The individuals that gathered around the Sheriff had to be faster than the omnious and frightening spirits conjured by a Kitsune's tails.
„Why are you looking at me like I'm some crazy maniac?" Amber questioned in amusement, arching one of her trimmed eyebrows at the Deputy who watched her trying to get dressed without showing too much bare skin or underwear.
„What's wrong with the dress?" Jordan asked with squinted, almond shaped eyes.
„There's nothing wrong with it, I like to be prepared for the worst case and fighting in a dress, ugh no." She admitted honestly but left out the part that she hated those kinds of clothing. There was no free time for a romantic date with someone, she didn't need to dress up for birthday parties or a job meeting — Amber was a loner, a person that didn't depend on a nice conversation or an actual love life. What she cared about, was her younger sister.
Jordan gave her an uncertain look with raised eyebrows, slightly baffled as she pulled the black material of the dress over her head and revealed the lacy same coloured bra underneath it. Soft fabric of the underwear framed her breasts and hid them behind the thin laced textile. Wide, emerald eyes were torn away from the mesmerizing and alluring sight, an unfocued gaze shifted around the insides of the vehicle and towards the window. A Large hand brushed over his face, trying to wipe off the awkwardness which settled in hues of red on his cheeks.
