- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Romance, modern, comedy, post-apocalyptic, slice of life.
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ELODIE
It wasn't as though they weren't used to sharp teeth. Their mother had always gotten on her back about her bad habit of not watching her fangs, always nicking up her lips as a child. She had only slightly outgrown the habit, but it still followed her in her adult life, even after her teething phase had long left her. Between Elodie, Estelle and all the other vampir that frequented the shop, The Witching Flour saw more than a few sharp teeth every day. But still, going from complete, terrifying, mind-numbing silence, to one of the heartiest, sound-barrier-smashing laughs they'd ever heard, with gnashing teeth nearby to boot, well...
It was a hard adjustment to make. She worried her lower lip between her teeth, feeling her fangs threatening to descend once more as she was awkwardly shook about by a single hand dwarfing her entire shoulder. He was strong. They could feel just his mirthful blathering threatening to toss her body against the counter if they didn't brace for it.
Elodie's eyes met the merfolk's again as the hoodie was lowered, his approval bright on his face. They weren't even sure what he was saying at this point, something about rapids and rocks, but... It was sort of nice, being so enthusiastically praised like this. The shorter vampir took his hand, even though it disappeared quite easily within, shivering slightly. Cold and clammy.
"... Okay." she said softly but pointedly, "... You forgot to say your name."
It was a hard adjustment to make. She worried her lower lip between her teeth, feeling her fangs threatening to descend once more as she was awkwardly shook about by a single hand dwarfing her entire shoulder. He was strong. They could feel just his mirthful blathering threatening to toss her body against the counter if they didn't brace for it.
Elodie's eyes met the merfolk's again as the hoodie was lowered, his approval bright on his face. They weren't even sure what he was saying at this point, something about rapids and rocks, but... It was sort of nice, being so enthusiastically praised like this. The shorter vampir took his hand, even though it disappeared quite easily within, shivering slightly. Cold and clammy.
"... Okay." she said softly but pointedly, "... You forgot to say your name."
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