” Call it a gift. Works wonders with the regulars. “
She was hardly one to recognize her own beauty ; Having been told her entire life of her obvious abnormalities hindering whatever looks possessed, by ones that even included, on multiple occasions, her own adoptive parents — humble would be a way to properly describe the young one’s state of mind.
So when the ever observant optics of the golden honey brunette catch the dark haired gentleman looking upon her, there’s nothing or her to do, but look down. Roses sprouting in the flesh of supple cheeks, and a light, airy chuckle on her lips — she does her best to push the embarrassment aside.
There’s the faintest wave of her hand, then, as she makes herself a cup as well. Why not, if she was going to be here a while longer? The fact that he enjoys it is enough to make up for the staying behind — and what with her parents bound to complain for not coming back on time ; Erzebet might as well have made the best of it.
Something catches her ears, though, and rings like a solemn bell : There is a benefit, to having wealthy guardians whom like to travel quite a bit.
Her cheeks display dimples, as the smile on her face widens. And the color, against pale, porcelain flesh — is a most heavenly sight to observe. And rare to see her, in such a good spirit, but traces of her exhaustion, and somber disposition still linger ; In the hollows of her eyes, a rosy gray complexion, only displaying but a modicum, of the horrors that await the beauty, in her dreams.
-✘- Victor noted her blush, and her sweet demeanor, but he did not address it really. He merely smirked at her, and sipped at his coffee. It was very nice to have good looking late night company. In most cases, he would be thinking of snacking on her, but not tonight. He was full from his meal the evening before.
He smiled, hearing his native language spoken to him. It was a pleasant surprise. French was not something he heard spoken very much here. It always nice to hear, and the girl had certainly wormed her way into his good graces by speaking it.
"So, why open so late, hm? I doubt you get much business." He paused, took a sip of his coffee. " I mean, besides me." Victor chuckled. "I’ll get out of your hair pretty soon."
Aneurin Barnard in The Truth About Emanuel
i am sorry but i am seriously confused by this question?
≂★≂; Stormy hues rolled. “Oh, please,” she said. “What are you trying to butter me up for now, hm?”
-✘- “Nothing at all.” He said, standing. “I swear.”
≂★≂; Magenta lips curled into a grin. “Of course not. You cannot play the snake and fool a serpent.”
-✘- ”I didn’t know you were a poet.” He said with a smirk. “What a way you have with words.”