The mortal youth ogled the ginger polishing of the long silvery blade.
"You know weapons aren't allowed in public places, right?" He wondered pointedly of the owner of the blade.
The young woman raised a silvery blue eye up at his daring stare. Forget I exist, boy, the silent warning infiltrated the
boy's mind with ease and often-used lazy skill, clouding his mind with a sudden amnesiatic-like miasma.
The boy returned to his appointed post at the register, absently counting the money inside the metal mechanism.
She felt a slight smirk edging around the corners of her lips before she sheathed the blade and returned the polishing
rag to its place in her black messenger bag.
The young woman rose gracefully and placed the blade back in its hilt at her hip, running a hand through her neck-length hair
and walking out of the small cafe.
....: :...
"So, it's all true, then."
A familiarly curt voice nearly startled the man.
He quickly regained his aloof composure, shaking off the slight start the owner of the voice had given him.
A wry grin found its way to curl his lips slightly. "Have the centuries made you addle-brained, darling?" He wondered with the snide note in his question that she often found irritating.
She scowled, ignoring the slight irritation his tone revived in her. "They only drove you mad with wanting to be the center of the universe, sparing your one faithful fledgling." She answered, her voice surprisingly calm.
He finally turned from staring out the large window to his uninvited guest...
"You know weapons aren't allowed in public places, right?" He wondered pointedly of the owner of the blade.
The young woman raised a silvery blue eye up at his daring stare. Forget I exist, boy, the silent warning infiltrated the
boy's mind with ease and often-used lazy skill, clouding his mind with a sudden amnesiatic-like miasma.
The boy returned to his appointed post at the register, absently counting the money inside the metal mechanism.
She felt a slight smirk edging around the corners of her lips before she sheathed the blade and returned the polishing
rag to its place in her black messenger bag.
The young woman rose gracefully and placed the blade back in its hilt at her hip, running a hand through her neck-length hair
and walking out of the small cafe.
....: :...
"So, it's all true, then."
A familiarly curt voice nearly startled the man.
He quickly regained his aloof composure, shaking off the slight start the owner of the voice had given him.
A wry grin found its way to curl his lips slightly. "Have the centuries made you addle-brained, darling?" He wondered with the snide note in his question that she often found irritating.
She scowled, ignoring the slight irritation his tone revived in her. "They only drove you mad with wanting to be the center of the universe, sparing your one faithful fledgling." She answered, her voice surprisingly calm.
He finally turned from staring out the large window to his uninvited guest...
