02.14.2017
3:15 A.M.
It was either really late or really early, depending on your perspective. Midnight had come and gone, along with the teen's best laid plans for showing up at 12:02. She'd been in the middle of getting everything together for her little plot when the distress had begun rolling off her white wolf in unrelenting waves, and Saila hadn't had any choice but to set her ideas aside and call him to her.
Three hours later, the Big Bad Wolf was stabilized - as or stabilized as she could get him in the current circumstances, in any case - and she'd slipped out the door at last.
Fifteen minutes later, there was a knock on Hex's door. Doubtlessly, he'd become aware of her presence already; even so she waited for him to answer. The woman on the other side of that closed door was Saila, of course, but he could only know that because he recognized her presence in advance. The figure before him was entirely enshrouded in a cloak of black material so long that it dragged the floor behind her, the sleeves trailed well past her fingers, the hood pulled so far down that the vivid purple locks were perfectly concealed, her distinctive features entirely obscured in shadow.
Though it was his birthday, he wasn't really expecting a visit right off the bat. Call it a few centuries of disregarding the whole 'birthday bit', he didn't really think much of it. Sleep wasn't on his agenda much these days unless he forced himself into a liquor induced nap, so he was up and about in the apartment, finding ways to amuse himself.
He felt Saila's presence the moment she'd entered the building, that low chuckle rolling through his chest as he got that dimpled grin. Visits without notice were his favorite visits from Saila, that air of surprise when he felt her energy enter the building when he hadn't expected it. He was still on the couch, hunched with his elbows propped on his knees as his thumbs jabbed away at a controller. He expected she'd just let herself in as she normally did...
But he should've known better than to predict Saila. One brow lifted at the knock at his door, pausing the game as he looked toward it. Thought she was over that knocking thing... He thought, shaking his head as he snickered and set the controller aside before standing to his feet. Reaching the door in a few long strides, he reached the front door and swung it open....
Only to catch sight of the woman in the cloak. There was absolutely no mistaking who it was, her energy radiating from the cloak and washing over him in that familiar warmth laced with electricity. His brows rose as he eyed her for a moment, his head tilting like a confused puppy as he slowly blinked at the hooded, shadowed Saila. "...Babe?"
Grinning to herself, Saila chewed on the inside of her cheek and waited. She could see the changes as they took place -- awareness of her presence, pleasure that she'd appeared, amused frustration that she hadn't come inside, confusion when he opened the door and finally saw her. Her grin got bigger.
She'd had her head tipped downwards on purpose to throw that shadow over her face. Now as he addressed her, the girl lifted her chin at an angle, letting the light hit her smile and... nothing else. The cloak was fastened across her throat so that there was absolutely no skin showing except her mouth. "...I hear it's your birthday."
The moment she lifted her chin and he caught the smile, it only coaxed him to lift that single brow higher, confusion still hanging thick in the air around him. It was pretty clear she was up to something, but... he had no damn clue what that might be. Her words had him tipping his own chin higher as he narrowed his eyes on her, though there was a distinct twitch at the corner of his mouth threatening a smirk. No, he still didn't know what the hell she was doing. "You hear it's my birthday?" He chuckled, the other brow lifting to match the first. "And where would you hear that from?" Boy did he look like a puppy when he was confused, clearly... it wasn't something he was used to. But dammit if she wasn't perplexing him right now. Why are you looking so ominous in a cloak, Saila?!
It was a damn good thing she'd been learning all that acting, because otherwise there would have been no way in hell Saila could prevent herself from snickering. It was extremely apparent that he had no idea what she was doing, and that made her positively gleeful because she'd just told him a couple of weeks ago - quite plainly, in fact - what she was probably going to do for his birthday.
Her smile became positively devilish, exaggerated as it was by the shadows cast over her face. Saila almost relented -- almost -- she didn't have to touch him to read the thought that was broadcast loud and clear on his features. Finally allowing herself to laugh, she pitched it low and villainous -- echoing her turn as the wicked witch, though not quite that unhinged. "From somebody who told me how much you hate birthdays..." She drew the syllables of the last word out, ever so achingly slowly lifting one hand to her throat.
Deciding to throw him a tiny hint, not that he'd get much time to process it, the girl lifted her chin a little higher. "...and also that you'd still like looking at me even if I wore a trenchcoat."
Just then, her deft fingers worked the clasp on the cloak (could be she'd been practicing this exact move when she'd gotten the distress signal from Quinn), unhooking it in one fluid motion. With a flick of her wrist, she threw it open, letting it fall in a heap at her feet. Underneath it she was wearing a pair of extremely sheer lacy underwear in midnight blue, and... not a single other stitch of clothing.
She grinned again, lifting one shoulder in a faux-sheepish shrug. "I don't own a trenchcoat."
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3:15 A.M.
It was either really late or really early, depending on your perspective. Midnight had come and gone, along with the teen's best laid plans for showing up at 12:02. She'd been in the middle of getting everything together for her little plot when the distress had begun rolling off her white wolf in unrelenting waves, and Saila hadn't had any choice but to set her ideas aside and call him to her.
Three hours later, the Big Bad Wolf was stabilized - as or stabilized as she could get him in the current circumstances, in any case - and she'd slipped out the door at last.
Fifteen minutes later, there was a knock on Hex's door. Doubtlessly, he'd become aware of her presence already; even so she waited for him to answer. The woman on the other side of that closed door was Saila, of course, but he could only know that because he recognized her presence in advance. The figure before him was entirely enshrouded in a cloak of black material so long that it dragged the floor behind her, the sleeves trailed well past her fingers, the hood pulled so far down that the vivid purple locks were perfectly concealed, her distinctive features entirely obscured in shadow.
Though it was his birthday, he wasn't really expecting a visit right off the bat. Call it a few centuries of disregarding the whole 'birthday bit', he didn't really think much of it. Sleep wasn't on his agenda much these days unless he forced himself into a liquor induced nap, so he was up and about in the apartment, finding ways to amuse himself.
He felt Saila's presence the moment she'd entered the building, that low chuckle rolling through his chest as he got that dimpled grin. Visits without notice were his favorite visits from Saila, that air of surprise when he felt her energy enter the building when he hadn't expected it. He was still on the couch, hunched with his elbows propped on his knees as his thumbs jabbed away at a controller. He expected she'd just let herself in as she normally did...
But he should've known better than to predict Saila. One brow lifted at the knock at his door, pausing the game as he looked toward it. Thought she was over that knocking thing... He thought, shaking his head as he snickered and set the controller aside before standing to his feet. Reaching the door in a few long strides, he reached the front door and swung it open....
Only to catch sight of the woman in the cloak. There was absolutely no mistaking who it was, her energy radiating from the cloak and washing over him in that familiar warmth laced with electricity. His brows rose as he eyed her for a moment, his head tilting like a confused puppy as he slowly blinked at the hooded, shadowed Saila. "...Babe?"
Grinning to herself, Saila chewed on the inside of her cheek and waited. She could see the changes as they took place -- awareness of her presence, pleasure that she'd appeared, amused frustration that she hadn't come inside, confusion when he opened the door and finally saw her. Her grin got bigger.
She'd had her head tipped downwards on purpose to throw that shadow over her face. Now as he addressed her, the girl lifted her chin at an angle, letting the light hit her smile and... nothing else. The cloak was fastened across her throat so that there was absolutely no skin showing except her mouth. "...I hear it's your birthday."
The moment she lifted her chin and he caught the smile, it only coaxed him to lift that single brow higher, confusion still hanging thick in the air around him. It was pretty clear she was up to something, but... he had no damn clue what that might be. Her words had him tipping his own chin higher as he narrowed his eyes on her, though there was a distinct twitch at the corner of his mouth threatening a smirk. No, he still didn't know what the hell she was doing. "You hear it's my birthday?" He chuckled, the other brow lifting to match the first. "And where would you hear that from?" Boy did he look like a puppy when he was confused, clearly... it wasn't something he was used to. But dammit if she wasn't perplexing him right now. Why are you looking so ominous in a cloak, Saila?!
It was a damn good thing she'd been learning all that acting, because otherwise there would have been no way in hell Saila could prevent herself from snickering. It was extremely apparent that he had no idea what she was doing, and that made her positively gleeful because she'd just told him a couple of weeks ago - quite plainly, in fact - what she was probably going to do for his birthday.
Her smile became positively devilish, exaggerated as it was by the shadows cast over her face. Saila almost relented -- almost -- she didn't have to touch him to read the thought that was broadcast loud and clear on his features. Finally allowing herself to laugh, she pitched it low and villainous -- echoing her turn as the wicked witch, though not quite that unhinged. "From somebody who told me how much you hate birthdays..." She drew the syllables of the last word out, ever so achingly slowly lifting one hand to her throat.
Deciding to throw him a tiny hint, not that he'd get much time to process it, the girl lifted her chin a little higher. "...and also that you'd still like looking at me even if I wore a trenchcoat."
Just then, her deft fingers worked the clasp on the cloak (could be she'd been practicing this exact move when she'd gotten the distress signal from Quinn), unhooking it in one fluid motion. With a flick of her wrist, she threw it open, letting it fall in a heap at her feet. Underneath it she was wearing a pair of extremely sheer lacy underwear in midnight blue, and... not a single other stitch of clothing.
She grinned again, lifting one shoulder in a faux-sheepish shrug. "I don't own a trenchcoat."
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