Minuet [Closed]

[Blade]

He rolled his eyes at her disagreement about the tears. She’d been sniffling and readying the water works, but he wasn’t going to split hairs when he’d come here to get in a bit of entertainment. “She’s not very bright,” he muttered to himself. If she made mistakes like this she’d get herself killed within a three months—if she was lucky. If she wasn’t... maybe a week. He didn’t know where they hell she’d come from, but Valsport wasn’t exactly a pool of safety. Not with the fae, not with the werecreatures, not with the vampires, hell... not with most meta. There were some nicer places, places safer than others, but it wasn’t Sunshine and Rainbows Blvd sitting on the corner of Easy Street.

“Doesn’t matter, sweetheart,” he felt the need to tell her as he moved to stand next to her bathroom door, his back to the wall. Arms moved to cross over his chest as he leaned in. “There are some creatures in this world you don’t fuckin’ welcome into your home, even if they’re already there. Gives them permission to attack you.” Like some types of ghosts, for one. Some were alright, but there were others, the ones that if you made feel like they could remain, that turned the inside of you sanctuary into a damned light novel of the underworld. Blood on the walls and all—the whole bucket of works.

He was barking laughter then. “You’re the stupid bitch who got naked and didn’t tell me to go away. I know why I’m here.

“Eye candy?” More laughter. “You got a rape fetish? You get off on strange meta creatures coming in your house and peeking at you, touching you, princess?”