𝓶𝒐𝒐𝒏’𝒔 ☽ c͟͟𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤

@dearprey    ( … )      [     the   redhead   shot   him   a   brief   glare,   silvery   hues   narrowing   at   him   accusingly.   it   wasn’t   because   she   was   / ungrateful /   but   because   she   thought   they   had   made   an   agreement.   she’d   agreed   to   put   hunting   on   hold   over   the   christmas   period   and   spend   the   holidays   with   him,   as   long   as   he   didn’t   fuss,   which   included   the   “no   presents”   rule.       ]      did   you   seriously   find   a   loophole   in   our   agreement,   walsh ?     

we’ve been over this a thousand times, alana, [ the vampire chides, smiling small as she pushes the perfectly wrapped giant box in her direction with pride. victoria loved shopping, she especially enjoyed this time of year where she’d show her dearest friends just how much thought she’d given them throughout the season. inside the paper, was a box filled with a stylish weapons holster, a new leather coat, and an amulet meant for protection. ] i wanted to do this for you. 

@magikais    ( … )      you…   got   me   a   gift ?      [       christmas   had   never   been   a   huge   thing   in   her   family   growing   up.   often,   it   had   just   been   another   day,   another   hunting   trip,   so   perhaps   alana   had   missed   out   on   some   of   the   traditions   the   time   of   year   held.   but   this,   she   hadn’t   been   expecting.      ]       you   know   you   didn’t   have   to   get   me   anything,   right ? 

@magikais   ( … )    [     alana   stared   at   her   for   a   moment — it   was   difficult   for   her,   allowing   herself   to   feel   freely.   over   the   years,   especially   since   she   was   turned   by   that   werewolf   and   betrayed   by   her   family,   she   had   hardened   a   shell   around   her   heart,   refusing   to   let   anyone   in.   because   it   was   easier.   less   people   to   worry   about,   less   chances   of   being   betrayed   and   only   herself   to   blame   for   any   mistakes.   it   was   how   it   had   been   for   a   long   time.   but   now ?   it   seemed   different.
                   the   werewolf   hesitated,   before   she   reached   over,   tucking   a   stray   blonde   curl   of   victoria’s   hair   behind   her   ear.   this   was   dangerous.   exceedingly   so.   she   held   a   lot   of   self-control,   but   there   was   a   limit.  but   the  vampire’s   words   soothed   her,   giving   her   the   reassurance   she   needed.   her   hand   moved   from   her   hair,   to   graze   along   her   jawline,   before   resting   underneath   her   chin,   leaning   forward   once   more   to   capture   her   lips   with   hers.       ] 

/   hey!   so   sorry   for   the   wait!   I’ll   get   to   this   tomorrow ! 

[ the vampire was anything but a fighter. her family were warriors, powerful and skilled but victoria was always just as strong as she needed to be. she hardly strived to be grand or fight in great battles, then there was alana, a huntress— a woman who she wasn’t sure was that acquainted with fear. she threw herself into anything. ] so don’t. 
                 [ the vampire’s soft voice breaths out in admiration. she’d said it before, and she would continue to, but alana was beautiful— even in her oversized flannels and coats. she found that she snuck a glance at the other no matter how she presented herself and she wished alana could see that. ] you hold back in every other aspect of your life (…) let yourself feel, darling. 

@magikais    ( … )     yes,   well,   I   can’t   promise   that   I   won’t   twist   an   ankle.      [      the   huntress   teased,   the   corners   of   her   lips   twitching   up   slightly   as   she   looked   over   her   shoulder   at   the   vampire.   her   red   locks   fell   in   front   of   her   scarred   features,   but   she   saw   victoria   through   them,   leaning   in   the   doorway.       ]       do   you   mind   zipping   me   up ? 

@dearprey    ( … )     [     the   redhead   stood   her   ground,   watching   him   with   the   sharp,   yet   quiet   intensity   she   always   held.   though   her   scarred   features   would   soften   slightly   at   his   response,   exhaling   as   she   placed   her   bottle   back   down.   she   allowed   her   guard   to   drop   momentarily   in   acceptance,   though   she   returned   her   attention   to   the   punching   bag,   correcting   her   stance.   she   could   feel   the   anger   simmering   underneath   her   skin,   not   towards   him,   but   towards   everything   else.      ]         I   know.   I’m   okay.   really.   just   letting   off   some   steam.   I’m   not   going   to   take   off   in   the   night   like   some   sort   of   vigilante. 

[ ben watched her with that steady,  unreadable calm he was known for,  arms folded loosely across his chest as the punching bag slowly stilled behind her.  he took another step,  not crowding her,  just close enough that she’d know he wasn’t buying the deflection.  from his point of view,  there wasn’t anything complicated. ]   yeah,  i would.   [ his voice stayed low,  even,  the kind that didn’t need volume to carry weight.  there wasn’t a challenge,  or a tease—  just quiet h͟o͟n͟e͟s͟t͟y̲. ]    you don’t have to pretend either.  you’re not the only one i’ve seen these patterns from.  

@dearprey    ( … )      [      alana   glanced   over   at   him,   running   her   fingers   through   her   hair   as   she   pulled   herself   away   from   the   swinging   punching   bag.   a   solemn   expression   appeared   on   her   face   as   she   took   a   swig   from   her   water   bottle,   flexing   her   knuckles.      ]      what   look  ?      [      she   asked   in   defence,   before   a   mild   chuckle   escaped   her,   shaking   her   head.      ]      why ?    would   you   miss   me ? 

@hyrded     ( … )      I   don’t   think   so.     [     the   redhead   huntress   shrugged   her   shoulders,   her   silvery   hues   narrowing   slightly   as   she   assessed   him   with   sceptical   eyes.       ]      it’s   not   fascinating   at   all.   not   when   you   know   exactly   what    type   of   shit   happens   in   this   town. 

@magikais    ( … )     [      the   huntress’   eyebrows   rose   at   the   vampire’s   sudden   movement,   her   back   immediately   straightening   as   she   pushed   herself   off   the   wall.  though   a   groan   escaped   her   as   her   hands   were   taken,   her   feet   feeling   heavy   as   she   was   pulled   over.     ]       you   know   I   don’t   dance.     [       lies.   alana   knew   they   were.   she   had   somehow   been   dragged   into   dancing   with   the   vampire   before   —   it   was   quite   impressive   really.   her   eyes   rolled   slightly,   though   that   did   not   betray   the   softer   smile   that   appeared   on   her   face   as   she   eventually   gave   in,   swaying   from   side   to   side.      ] 

[ the vampire’s gaze finds hers just in time to see the way her expression fell, a quiet hum leaves her lips as she looks up at the speakers, a song vaguely familiar to her playing. she gets up, reaching for alana’s hands, hips swaying to the rhythm with a playful smirk. ] i love this song! come on, dance with me. c’mon— or i will find someone who will— and you know i can! 

@magikais    ( … )     [       the   huntress   looked   down   at   her   own   boots,   as   if   suddenly   finding   an   interest   in   them.   she   inhaled   sharply,   her   lips   pressed   into   a   thin   line.      ]      have   you   ever   considered   that   maybe   that’s   just   my   face ?     [     there   was   a   hint   of   teasing   in   her   tone,   but   that   soon   faltered.     ]     it’s   nothing   worth   talking   about...   I’d   rather   have   a   distraction.   booze   would   be   / great /.