( what's life without a little risk in it? she certainly wouldn't be out cavorting with veritable strangers and suspicious spreads of tea and the like if she were scared of a little danger. is she well aware that she's likely one of few healers? of course. but that likely only adds to the hubris rather than stops it.
a sharper nail traces at doilies and dainty patterning in her marvel, the adorable spoon here and there disappearing if he so much as blinks. when she finally sits, it's done with a broad smile, sunny as she curls a finger around the handle of a particularly fragile teapot, pouring without so much as looking down at it. )
Wine, then? ( funny. if she hadn't met a vampire already, perhaps she'd second guess herself more. the bite on her neck still tingles with the memory, but lestat had at least been gracious enough not to leave a mark. ) Or are you scared of a little tea?
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a sharper nail traces at doilies and dainty patterning in her marvel, the adorable spoon here and there disappearing if he so much as blinks. when she finally sits, it's done with a broad smile, sunny as she curls a finger around the handle of a particularly fragile teapot, pouring without so much as looking down at it. )
Wine, then? ( funny. if she hadn't met a vampire already, perhaps she'd second guess herself more. the bite on her neck still tingles with the memory, but lestat had at least been gracious enough not to leave a mark. ) Or are you scared of a little tea?