the bridge of her nose scrunches when she bares her fangs in attempt to further intimidate him. a difficult feat when he's smiling at her in delight. it seems he's right where he wants to be.
currently pinned to the floor of his living room by @fangedmalice , admiring the snarl on her pretty face.
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the silver moonlight highlights the gauntness of her face, shadows on hollowed features appearing darker in contrast. she remains silent as he talks, thinking for herself in the moments between his speech. she realizes she knows nothing of the world out there and the dangers ~
her tips the scales too. maybe she'll revisit all of this after some much needed rest and a belly full of human blood.
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ "do you promise?" she asks simply, dropping the subject of her death entirely; she needs a clear mind for that. if she doesn't feed soon, she'll ~
zovina's smile grows, mischievousness held in the slant of her lips. she's impressed by the daring nature displayed by the other.
"i think that sounds fair enough," she agrees, already carding through tattoo ideas. "my name is zovina, by the way."
zovina's frustration with him releases the floodgates of her fury, causing blood-tinged tears to spill hot down her cheeks; expression twisted in anger. how dare he blame 𝗵𝗲𝗿 for the 𝑓ailure of his endless search.
"do i look fucking dead to you?? i ~
back to whatever the fuck this is." she doesn't elaborate, deciding she's shared enough. he doesn't need to know the true extent of her monstrosity. in fact, he didn't need to know her at all.
"i have my own hauntings to suffer. keep me out of yours." she adjusts her ~
















