-- the longest of nights

N/A · 09-05-2013, 09:32 AM

somewhere deep in the dark, a howling beast hears us talk

Fun trouble? Claire had to laugh at that, a happy sound that spilled form her maw as she waved her tail. "Well that went without saying," Claire answered playfully, "Fun trouble is the best trouble, after all." She had never been totally inclined to follow every rule, and after such a stressful night, this would be the perfect way to unwind. Without her brothers breathing down her neck, Claire found herself with a greater degree of freedom than she was used to, and she intended to make full use of that in Demonio's company.

The words that spilled from Demonio's maw had Claire jolting slightly. Her black ears swivelled towards him and she hesitated for a moment before countering his words with some of her own. There was an almost flirtatious tone to her voice as she tested the waters, waiting to see what his response would be. "Well, she didn't exactly do you justice. I didn't expect a wolf as handsome as you." She held his gaze, though did not elaborate any further, letting her comments fall into the still air and waiting for his reaction. If he drew away or reacted negatively, she would stop there. There was no need in pushing such a thing. But she thought she had read his comment correctly.

She tilted her head slightly as Demonio elaborated on raising Seraphine, tail flicking idly in the air behind her. Her nightmares had already lost their grip on her mind, his voice easily driving them away, and Claire was surprised to find herself truly content and happy in his presence. "My brothers and I were rogues for several years." She stated after a moment, "So I know what you mean about being able to spend more time with family when you're on your own." No need to mention why they had become rogues, at least, not yet. "But you did an excellent job raising her all the same." That much was entirely true. Seraphine was a darling pup.

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