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Post by Illema on Feb 20, 2008 5:52:21 GMT -5
There was an eerie silence about this particular night. There were not many humans about and this made the lounge seem all the more peaceful. Illema liked it when it was quiet, no one and nothing to disturb you or anyone else. The young vampiress was seated in the far booth, her attention engrossed in a book she had picked up not so long ago. She was in fact out on her usual walk and came across the tiny bookstore. Upon seeing it was closing, Illema quickly went in a grabbed said book. The novel in question was called "Captives of the Night" By Loretta Chase.
She was engrossed in the first few chapters for a while, considering she had been busy with other affairs and had not been given the pleasurable time to read it yet. She thought tonight, the quiet night in the lounge would help her relax.. No contact with anyone.. just her and Isabel.
Speaking of Isabel, the snake had grown quite a bit in size since Illema first rescued her. The black cobra now reached about half a meter in size and was starting to show off her growth by flaring out her neck like most cobras do. Illema also knew that it would soon be time to milk the snake of her venom, a process Illema's wanted to do since she found Isabel. It would be a painless process for the snake and she hoped that Isabel would understand... all for sceince and Illema's own interest in developing toxins, antidotes and products out of her venom.
As Illema heard a soft tap of glass against her own wooden table then the clumped footsteps of the bartender walking away, she looked over her novel to the glass before her. The liquid was red and rather sweet smelling.. what's this? She picked up the glass delicately and sniffed it daintily.
"Hmm.. I didn't ask for this.." She pondered.
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Post by Wolfram on Feb 20, 2008 14:00:17 GMT -5
Wolfram had taken a seat in one of the more private cubicles, where the high-backed, velvet upholstered seats curved around a single table. He had never been a social butterfly and preferred to remove himself from the outside world as frequently as he could. However, on this occasion, the house that he recently occupied was empty and devoid of life, allowing the uncomfortable silence to drive him out and into one of his regular haunts; The Lounge at Despair and 38th.
With nothing more than a book to distract him from the patrons, Wolfram buried his nose deep within the pages before something caught his attention. Within his peripheral vision, a presence wandered close and lingered for a while. Looking up, he glanced behind him to see the bartender place a drink down upon the table of another private cubicle before returning to his duties behind the bar.
It wasn’t a particularly uncommon event within the bar, but the reaction of the blonde woman behind him forced Wolfram to take interest. The look upon her face suggested she was surprised to see it, she hadn’t appeared to have ordered the drink, leading to one other possibility...
Aquamarine eyes moved sharply to his left and fixated upon a young vampire sitting at the counter, his back facing the back of the bar and his eyes upon the blonde woman. He grinned pretentiously, winking her way with a confidence that made Wolfram smirk to himself. “How original…” He muttered with a drab, cynical tone as he rolled his eyes and buried himself deep with the novel once more.
People were even more pathetic than he had first assumed and there were much more interesting and exciting people hidden in the world of fantasy, even if the book he was reading at the time was one of Steven King’s classics; The Stand.
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Post by Illema on Feb 20, 2008 15:42:47 GMT -5
Illema's gaze was fixed on the drink before her. She did not recall asking for a drink nor did she even want one at all. She figured the bartender had mistaken her for someone else. She lifted her head lightly to the bar counter and sent the bartender a quizzical look. Then, he pointed over to another table where a young male vampire sat, he was looking at her in such a way that made Illema shudder. Realization dawned on her when she noticed he give her a wink and she concluded that the boy had bought her drink; looking either side of him, it was to show off to his buddies. Illema could feel her temper rising already..
Then he blew a kiss to her.
Oh, that was it. She was quite annoyed now. Illema could not go out anywhere without being interacted with. Picking up the crystal wine glass before her, she twirled it in her fingers by the neck for a moment before glaring at the young vampire at the counter. She then gripped the neck with her whole hand. Then, before anyone saw it coming, she tossed the wine glass sharply and forcefully in the air, hitting her target with accuracy.. in the head. The sound of fine glass shattering echoed in the Lounge and she turned her gaze away from a rather startled young male vamp who was now dripping with Blood Wine and covered in broken glass.
Illema knew another was watching the whole time. They were in the booth in front of her the whole time, she could not see them, but she knew they were there. She quirked an eyebrow as she also heard a mumble from the booth.
Shrugging it off, She buried her head deep in her book, reminding herself to go jump off a bridge later or something.. after all, she promised herself she wouldn't make a scene in the Lounge and she had unfortunately broken said promise.. but it wasn't her fault! She was provoked. With a heavy sigh, the druid's attention was turned back to the book.
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Post by Wolfram on Feb 24, 2008 13:42:51 GMT -5
((OOC: Sorry for the wait. ;D))
The sound of shattering glass provoked Wolfram’s attention immediately. Laying the book down neatly upon the table, he turned around to sight the aftermath of a bloodied young vampire picking glass out of his face. There was a lot of blood that diluted into another crimson liquid about his feet, leading to one certain presumption; the blonde in the booth behind didn’t appreciate his offer.
Quirking a brow through intrigue, he sat up and contemplated his next move. He was initially worried about what would happen to himself if he approached her, yet this anxiety only assisted in spurring him forward. Even if their greeting wouldn’t go smoothly and she attacked him as well, Wolfram was still convinced that at least his evening would be a lot more entertaining.
Stepping away from his private compartment, he casually walked over to her table, stopping beside the seat opposing her. Brandishing a smile concocted of charisma and admiration for her deed, Wolfram attempted to look her in the eye as he made his introduction. It wasn’t a difficult task to recognise her qualities, her gentle, yet striking features were well complimented by the shimmering golden hair that framed her face. Though, he tried not to dwell too much upon her physical attractiveness, he didn’t want to seem like any other jerk in this bar.
“You have quite the accuracy.” He announced quite simply, referring to shot she had made with the drink. He wasn’t going to butter up his words by putting titles like, my dear or miss since it just seemed inappropriate. Wolfram didn’t mind the risk of approaching her, but he still had respect when speaking to others, especially if he respected them somewhat.
“Do you treat all men that way or just the unlucky ones? I’m not feeling particularly unlucky tonight.” Sure it was a bit cheesy, but he was never that good at making introductions. Besides, he was too old to play games and it was probably showing now. He just wondered how she’d react now, checking out the table, there was only that book of hers within reach and paper cuts didn’t hurt as much as glass so perhaps he was lucky after all.
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Post by Illema on Feb 24, 2008 15:41:16 GMT -5
When she heard a few cusses from the young male vampire, she couldn't help but let a small smile grace her lips. She was, in fact, expecting him to try something else, perhaps lob something at her in return. If he wanted to play that game, bring it on! She curled her toe as her head was engrossed int he book, it was a little habit of hers to wring and tense certain part of her body when anxious or annoyed. Sometimes, it prevented her from getting up and throwing a big tantrum at whoever was causing such stress.
Her eyes moved from her book to the booth in front of her, noticing movement from the spectator. They were probably amused by such a confrontation. After all, how many pretty blonde girls do you see say "NO" by punting a full wine glass at someone? Illema sure has heck hadn't heard of any.
Then, a smooth, male British accent reached her ears. Her eyes narrowed some while she was still focused on the book. It seemed it was the spectator from the booth in front of her.. he had decided to turn around and talk to her. However, he actually took the time to stand up and move to her table instead of making hints across the room.. unlike a certain bloodied up vampire did over there. She chuckled slightly as she mentioned that he wasn't feeling unlucky...
"You're right, you're not unlucky tonight. There isnt anything else sharp to throw." Illema peered over the last few pages of the chapter then lifted her head from the book. She looked up at him, inclining her head some as she took note of his almost floating white hair, soft, serene features and his cerulean eyes. She felt a small pain in the back of her head after a moment of looking at him.
"I must ask, have we met?" She asked, gazing at the first page of the fourth chapter. "I do remember seeing those lovely eyes of yours elsewhere." Now, Illema wasn't really one to flatter people, she only spoke the truth and she had a habit of describing things.. if something was beautiful to her she would say so, if there was something she disliked, she'd let everyone know..
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Post by Wolfram on Feb 27, 2008 12:14:14 GMT -5
He took her response as an invitation to sit down and smiled at her from across the table. He felt uncomfortable holding a conversation from a standing point and felt less awkward now that they spoke upon the same level. It was also a lot easier to see her eyes, a powerful shade of blue shining out delightfully amidst the locks of golden hair. Her eyes were an astonishing colour that seemed rather familiar in a way, Wolfram wondered if it was perhaps that they were a lot like his, but there was that something else that he just could not put his finger on.
Then of course, she asked the question that had been on his mind and immediately caused his friendly smile to vanish and be replaced with bemusement. “I was just thinking the same thing as your eyes are lovely as well.” The warm smile struggled against the perplexity of it all and made a return in his features, lighting up his angelic face. “By what name do you go by?” He questioned, his mind was ready and waiting to scroll through his memory banks to settle this strange feeling for once and for all.
He was quite sure he knew her, although he assured himself that if she was anyone important enough to know then he wouldn’t have forgotten her, but at the same time, it was too easy to forget the important things and not even notice. If her name rang a bell, he’d have to apologise for not recognising her, but then, she didn’t seem to remember him either.
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Post by Illema on Feb 27, 2008 15:58:50 GMT -5
Nose still in her book, she watched him in her peripheral vision sit across from her and she observed his rather charming smile. In return, she had a small smile adorned her face from behind the book. As he spoke of her reciting his intended question, she pursed her lips some. It seemed that he too recognizes her. Perhaps he was one who she had befriended before her sudden memory wipe a long time ago. Either way, the boy intrigued her. Well, perhaps he was not a boy, he appeared about her age if not older.
Dipping her head back into her book, she was just about to flip over to the next page before he said something that surprised her. He said her eyes were lovely too. She lifted her head and looked left to the window. In her reflection, she saw her eyes a blue green shade and she smiled sadly, she never thought her eyes were 'lovely' in a way. She turned her head back to him. Ok, he wins.. she shut her book and placed it flat on the table in front of her then folded her hands neatly together beside it.
"Illema." She said simply. "If you're expecting more than that you'll be disappointed. I.. have no further names." It was true, she had no last time to give anyone. She didn't need one did she? It was alright to wander and only be known as Illema? She looked up and nodded her head some. "What about you?" She asked while giving him a small smile.
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Post by Wolfram on Mar 3, 2008 12:27:17 GMT -5
Her name struck him like a baseball bat to the face, knocking him clear from reality to send him plummeting back into past memories. That was all it took, a mere mention of her name and he remembered her, even if their time together had been brief and infrequent. Still, he recalled how bubbly and cheerful she was, unlike the woman who sat there in front of him, the woman who had throw a glass full of wine at a vampire’s face. It was an instant reaction to wonder what had happened to her, but Wolfram got the feeling that whatever it was that prevented her from remembering wasn’t going to simply subside and allow her to answer his questions; so it was pointless asking anything.
Wolfram sit in a bemused silence of sorts, although conscious again and staring with cognition into her bedazzling eyes, a part of him was still lost in a perplexing yet sorrowful state. He sympathised with the memory loss even though he had since recovered from a succinct situation of amnesia himself, but most of all he was simply saddened how she had changed, seemingly for the worse. Illema was once such a vibrant flower and now she seemed full of anger, impatience and quite possibly loneliness. Sure, she was more independent now, and perhaps that was a good thing, but Wolfram couldn’t help but mourn the loss of that sweet, cheerful girl that had disappeared due to some unknown tragedy of sorts.
Sighing softly to himself, he leant back into the chair to relax a bit more and shake the gloomy feelings that were clouding his judgements. He wondered next how she would react to hearing his name, it could trigger something, it could just fly right past her, so when he spoke, he watched her carefully for any signs of recognition. “I’m called Wolfram,” His drab tone uttered finally, almost uncertain in a way. His name was Leon, but more commonly known as Wolfram, perhaps it was just an easier name to go by.
“It may surprise you, it might not, but I do remember you…” He said, his voice picking up a little enthusiasm as he continued. Those aquamarine eyes kept a strong fixation on her, reading her body language like a well written novel, too eager to be torn away.
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Post by Illema on Mar 4, 2008 5:44:09 GMT -5
Illema watched his reaction, and he looked taken aback. She didn't understand why he'd seem so bemused. Had they met somewhere in the past? Illema couldn't help but shake the feeling of those eyes of his haunting the back of her mind. She fiddled with her fingers nervously, trying to figure out to the best of her ability where they'd met. A small smile graced her lips as she watched his body language. Yes, he looked like he was playing it cool. It amused her some, she felt like a school project for all to study.
Then, her smile faded some as she inclined her head slightly. Wolfram.. she repeated the name slowly to herself. She could not recall anyone she knew posessing that name. Though, he claims to have remembered her in his past, so she must have trusted him at one point. Illema moved her hands to her side, gripping the edge of her seat.
"I don't remember you, I'm sorry." She said plainly as she soon relaxed in her seat and placed her hands back in her lap neatly. She felt a little down since she could not remember him, for all she knew, they could have been close friends, or sworn enemies. Either way, she didn't care, she was interested in this man even if he came across as a little intimidating. She dipped her head, in thought it seemed, then lifted it back up, beaming another one of her small smiles.
"That does not mean we can't start over right?" She said, her eyes lighting up some. Her novel now lay completely forgotten next to her, right now, she was very interested the man.. this.. Wolfram.
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Post by Wolfram on Mar 8, 2008 13:47:35 GMT -5
Saddened by the unfortunate news, his angelic features soured some becoming rather sombre while his eyes faded into the background, lacking their usual lustre. It made things a lot more difficult and put him in a very awkward position. Although it wasn’t as if they had become best friends in the past, he still felt that it was odd that she forget. He then began to wonder what she actually remembered and to what extent was her memory was damaged. Of course, he could have questioned her until the cows came home, but the words that drifted forth upon that delightful voice swayed his decisions, causing him to instantly smile at her again.
“Start over?” He uttered as if to confirm what she had said, mainly as a check to see that he had understood her correctly. “Not a bad idea.” His warm smile radiated once more, and a slight, instinctive inclination of his head released his sparkling eyes from the cover of his lustrous silver-white hair. Baring his hand to her across the table, he offered it as a new sign of friendship so they could truly start over.
He didn’t mind too much, it disturbed him that something could have rattled her brain so much since she seemed to be a stable and optimistic person. However, it just felt insensitive to probe her for answers so he had no choice but to leave it alone. Perhaps if their friendship grew into something bigger this time then he would feel more comfortable about asking her things, maybe he could try and help her remember somehow. Amnesia was a troubling illness, but in many cases, the misplaced or suppressed memories could be recovered and this gave him hope for the future.
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Post by Illema on Mar 8, 2008 16:35:57 GMT -5
When he repeated her sentence, Illema's smile grew and he seemed to have pondered the idea and he lifted his head, exposing his crystal aquamarine eyes to her again as she looked directly into them. He smiled in returned and claimed it to not be a bad idea and she nodded gently in response. Yes, another friend would be nice in the city, when at her apartment, she'd feel rather lonely since Isabel is growing fast and hence forth goes out to hunt on her own now.. No more mice catching for Illema.
She watched him carefully as he held his hand out to her across the table. She'd seen a few people do this gesture before.. what it was called she had forgotten but it felt familiar in a way. Eamining his slender white hand for a moment, she lifted her right hand, the one opposite to his, and mimicked the pose he held. Then, slowly, she brushed her hand against his first, then gripped it very gently. Yes, hand shake, that was what this gesture was called.
She moved her hand away and rested it neatly back in her lap. She then looked over to the bar, the young male vampire from before was, in fact, still there, except his confident posture was gone and he was hunched over, sulking, two of his friends next to him were petting him on the back and sneering in the direction of Illema and Wolfram. Illema only beamed a wide smile at them, then it faded and she turned back to Wolfram.
"Drink?" She asked him in a polite and friendly tone. She wasn't much of a drinker, but she enjoyed a glass of bloodwine every now and again.
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Post by Wolfram on Mar 10, 2008 5:51:32 GMT -5
Wolfram shook her hand politely before returning his to rest on the table, knotting his fingers together with his thumbs pointed upward. He watched her gaze then shift over to the bar again, analysing the young vampire that tried to come across as charming before. It was almost pittiful to see his spirit crushed, but his close friends did their best to cheer him up and repair his ego. Wolfram simply smirked at the sight, thinking to himself about how this event might change the young vampire and possibly make him a better person. Though, as he considered it further, it just wasn't likely.
Illema's sweet voice pierced through the barriers of his wandering mind once more and he looked to her with a smile in acknowledgement. "Yes, a drink would be nice. What are you having?" He asked her then reached inside his coat to take out a few coins, readying them in his hand for the bartender whom instinctively saw the motion and sent his waitress over. She stood patinely beside the table, note pad and pen in hand, ready to take their order.
Where he wasn't much of a drinker, he would be partial to a drink or two given the right circumstances and it sure helped break the ice. Not to mention giving them something to talk about and fill the void, it wasn't as if either of them had much to say about their pasts. Illema seemed to have forgotten most of it and Wolfram just wished he had. Although, even despite the urge to drink to forget, he had never been intoxicated before and knew himself well enough to gage his drinking.
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Post by Illema on Mar 10, 2008 6:28:28 GMT -5
Illema's smile only grew when he agreed to have a drink with her. This would surely give her the chance to get to know Wolfram properly, she was quite interested in him and she admired his personality in general. He appeared quite easy going to her. They say first impressions last at least ninety seconds upon meeting and greeting a stranger and to the druidess, he gave off a positive aura, like she could trust him. Perhaps it was because they seemed to have known each other long ago before her memory loss, she had a sense of familiarity with him.
She noticed him fish out some coins from his coat pocket and she too did the same. Seven coins was all she needed for the drink she wanted and as she grasped the desired amount, the waitress had appeared at the table, notepad in hand and looking rather tired. Illema looked over to Wolfram as he asked her what kind of drink she's having. She figured he was probably going to get the same thing or at least get an idea on what he wants so she went for the most simple, lightest, but sweet tasting drink available.
"I'll just have a light bloodwine thank you." Illema said to the waitress as she kept her hand containing her coins on the table. She would pay the woman when she received her drink. Her gaze shifted to Wolfram as she waited patiently for him to make up his mind on what he would like to drink. Illema smirked slightly as she eyed the book that lay forgotten on the table. Ahh, a conversation starter...
"Do you like to read?" She asked when he had finished making his order.
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Post by Wolfram on Mar 10, 2008 7:21:52 GMT -5
As delightful in apparent taste as they were; these glasses of bloodwine; Wolfram had never personally experienced them before and always felt comfortable not having done so. Perhaps it was old fashioned, but he liked his blood from its organic source; straight from the human. He also didn't quite understand the idea behind bloodwine either, was it to hide the taste, disguise its true contents from the humans, perhaps to add a bit of spice to one's ordinary drinking menu or perhaps it was simply because the kids of today just wanted to pair alcohol with everything. Just thinking about that made Wolfram feel his age, and it was not a pleasant feeling.
Following a slight delay, Wolfram requested a simple glass of red wine and asked her to make sure it was one of the better samples. He wasn't much of a connoisseur when it came to wines, but he knew what was worth the gold he was paying and the snob in him liked a nice expensive glass of wine. It just seemed to taste better that way, as if the money he was paying would line the liquid with that rich, refined flavour.
The waitress departed with their orders scribbled down and in memory and Wolfram turned back to Illema. She asked if he enjoyed reading and he only had to smile warmly again. "Yes I do, in fact I was reading just a moment ago before you caught my attention." Although he wasn't very good at making conversation what with him lacking social skills, he was making the best effort possible. It was obviously his turn to ask a question and since the subject was already fine, he thought he'd stick to that.
"Is that one of your favourites?" He asked, indicating the book she had put down earlier by expressing a short and elegant wave of his hand in its direction. He could read the cover from where he was placed, but the upside down display struggled into meaning inside his brain. Still, even now he knew what she was reading he had no clue about it. Wolfram enjoyed reading and filling his brain with knowledge, that was why the house was brimming with books, but alas, this one escaped him. Maybe she would feel like sharing a part of its story with him.
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Post by Illema on Mar 10, 2008 16:14:03 GMT -5
She smiled again, he too was a reader! She thought she was the only one in the city who liked to read books and she was pleased to see that he too enjoyed the silence of words as they took your mind away to a different world. She listened to him as he spoke, so that was what he was doing a moment ago before they met... reading. She would like to see what he was reading, Illema was into all sorts of books, but mostly Romance and tragedies. She looked up when she was asked if this was one of her favorites.
"Hmm, too early to say I think. So far I've liked Ever After... It's a... more realistic tale of Cinderella. But this one, so far I've read that it's about a woman whos spies on a murder and sketches the face of the murderer.." Illema didn't really like reading the blurb on the back of the book, it seemed to ruin the book for her. She looked back to him. "Loretta Chase is a lovely author." She smiled.
Motion to the table behind them, she took a small breath, wondering where their drinks were. She then fiddled with the coins in her hand as she spoke to him. "What were you reading?" She asked him kindly, a smile on her lips.
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Post by Wolfram on Mar 13, 2008 13:02:03 GMT -5
He listened patiently to what she had to say and absorbed as much information as he could. Wolfram liked the murder mystery types, especially if they were particularly clever which was why he liked to read Steven King’s books. The endings were always so unexpected and he liked to be surprised, even if the guesses he had produced throughout the story were proved to be quite far off the actual plot.
Even though he was almost completely engrossed with what she was saying, he still managed to smile at the appropriate moments until she began to seem distracted. He watched her play with the coins within her hands and made a silent note to himself how lovely and soft they were. She had elegant fingers and the adorable soft peach complexion of the skin caught his eye and made him smile all the more.
She’s really quite cute… He thought to himself before he realised what he was saying, then he felt just a little embarrassed. Was it wrong to think of her in such a way? There was no harm in looking after all, even if he was uncertain as to the whereabouts of her former bind partner. Wolfram wondered if she remembered him at least, or, perhaps their divorce was the cause of this amnesia. Whatever the situation, he decided not to think that way about her again, at least if he could help it…
He perked up and looked to her eyes again as she questioned him. As if summoned from an ulterior realm, he almost seemed a little dumbstruck as he looked at her, but quickly the memory returned. “Oh, just one of Steven King’s editions. I kind of like his manner of story telling. I suppose that’s a bit sick really, but, ah well.” He grinned, a trace of charisma lining his words once more.
By now of course the waitress had returned to their table, balancing their drinks on a tray before setting them down before them. He was unsure of whether or not to offer to pay for the drinks, given that there were sharp objects within her reach again. Smirking softly, he inclined his head a little way like a curious pup and asked, “Would you mind if I paid for this round? If you’d like, you could pick up the tab for the second.”
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Post by Illema on Mar 13, 2008 16:00:40 GMT -5
Illema looked up at Wolfram as he spoke, Stephan King was an author she had heard of before, but never really gotten around to reading one of his books. She nodded as he spoke, showing that she understood perfectly. Illema had hoped she'd go to the bookstore and grab herself a copy of one of the prestigious author's novels. Apparently they were quite thrilling with unexpected twists at the end.
There was a small silence after that, and Illema had run out of conversation ideas. Though, she admired the idea of sitting there looking at each other, he was in fact, not bad looking to her. He had a small amount of a childish demeanor and she loved the way his snow white hair would sit nicely just past his ears and some covering his face, but look as if it were flowing to a gentle, non-existent wind. His almod, cerulean blue eyes complimented his angelic complexion.
His voice broke her out of her train of thought. She shook her head quickly and she noticed the waitress had returned with their desired drinks. They were both red in color, but Illema guessed the deeper red would be her drink. Illema knew it was only blood with a bit of extra flavor and alcohol, but it beats the same coppery yet pleasurable taste of regular blood. She looked up as he offered. He sounded rather nervous.. now what could he be.. Oh, sharp objects were in her reach.
"Hm, very well. I will pay for the next round." She smiled warmly to him and pocket her coins again. She watched the waitress place Illema's drink in front of her and the druidess gave a quick nod in thanks. She waited for Wolfram to receive his drink in return. She used this time to look around slightly, searching for a topic, inspiration; like it was said before, she wasn't very good at starting conversations.
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