don't know what the plan is
01-08-2016, 02:47 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-10-2016, 02:14 AM by Lillianna.)
She chuckled, eyes flashing at his swift standing. Of course, it also was... thrilling in a way that she couldn't allow it to be, and with an internal sigh of regret, she'd push down the excitement that his step nearer brought, and would instead focus on his words. She saw he did the same, and was quite appreciative; she wasn't certain how much she could resist before she gave in - a fact that Bacchus, too, was no doubt aware of. But, pups. Ew. No thanks.
She'd smile at his words, nodding lightly. She felt... awkward, which was rather sucky; she didn't know what to say, how to act. It was quite unwelcome, and she grasped the first thing she thought of. "Why are you a rogue?" Why not join a pack? Would that not make sense? Glancing away from the behemoth, she would move closer to the rtunk to sit, settling down next to it. She glanced from him to a spot next to her; an invitation of sorts, albeit a wordless one.
speech"Italian" "Farrym"
Note: Lillie has scars over her right eye and down her cheek. She also has scars under her chin and on her jaw. Her tables and art will most likely not reflect this. Unless it is specified otherwise, assume Lillianna is accompanied by her companion.