reluctantvampire
She is pure evil, The Fledgling thought, yet she found herself leaning in closer. The soft glow shone upon the woman's face, moving the shadows in a mesmeric pattern as she turned over an artefact in her hands. Her long, high ponytail swooped as she lifted her head back up again.
--later--
"Still inclined to refuse my offer?" Pisha asked smoothly.
She peered up at Pisha through half-lidded eyes, "No," She answered, then froze as she heard herself. Her voice was rough and unsteady, pitched an octave higher than it should've been. Her cheeks colored further in embarrassment as if it wasn't already flushed to it's fullest from exhaustion.
(one-shot that i practically wrote in one night.. so.. sorry if its bad or ooc)