audette rousseau

It was almost endearing, the way that the Dark Hunter spoke of his affinity. Those very shadows, though they were apart of him, seemed almost sentient in their own way. Audette could only imagine what it must be like, to have a constant friend within your gift quite like that. That grin once again danced over her features as the hunter admitted that he quite enjoyed his power for that very reason. "I can imagine." The fae admitted with a small simper. While Audette did her best to continually repress her abilities, the man in front her of her seemed quite the opposite, content to put them on display as the darkness all but swirled around her one final time before disappearing against his flesh. How very curious. Her comment, however, seemed to prompt an inquiry of his own, one that drew her mahogany gaze upwards towards him as her head tilted ever so slightly to the side in thought. "No, it's...different." Audette conceded with a soft sigh. "It just pops out whenever it wants, I suppose." The girl shrugged, entirely willing to admit that her own lack of finesse as far as her own affinities went. She was oblivious to just how that conversation might be viewed as improper - after all, surely Dark Hunters were allowed to hold conversations with other species, were they not?

At the very least, the man hardly made any effort to quelch that conversation, instead jesting that he had merely let the young woman go. Audette, admittedly, rather doubted that as she blatantly called the man out, watching him with an almost knowing simper and a raised brow. He seemed keen to admit that he had held off on apprehending the young woman if only for his inquisitiveness of her - as if he had thought she'd held some sort of tendency for violence. "Oh." She stated almost bluntly and yet, truly, Audette truly hadn't anticipated that anyone might view her as aggressive in any fashion. The dancer shifted ever so slightly as that near callous demeanor so abruptly returned to the man, particularly as she so challenged him with the fitness of his own figure. Audette hadn't anticipated the sudden fashion in which the hunter moved, stepping around her with speed that she hardly had the time to react before her tiny figure was pulled so abruptly back against him, one hand embracing her waist before another was pressed against her throat. She was aware of the weight of his hand against her throat, even if it was hardly enough pressure to prompt any level of panic within the woman. Audette's clove colored eyes glanced up at the man, and yet there was not an ounce of fear within the depths of her irises.

She hardly expected the warmth of his breath against her skin, prompting a shudder down her spine thanks to the sheer sharp change in temperature. That laugh that left his lips held a sort of darkness within it, the kind of malicious chuckle that was such a stark contrast from the almost gay teasing the pair had partaken in but mere moments prior. For several moments, Audette simply stood there and stared at him as he sighed, stepping away from her with the clear anticipation of...something. And yet, the dancer merely watched him in some sort of internal inquisitiveness. She was distinctly used to being handled by men, in some ways. Dancers, after all, were often touched and lifted and tossed by the males within the core of the ballet, her light frame often assisting them in their own jobs. His speed hardly perturbed her as much as it should, the girl far more baffled by that glimpse of...cruelty within him. He deviated so sharply one way and the next as if the Hunter himself was equally as unsure of who he was. How...peculiar. That glimpse of the man was gone quite as abruptly as it came as he insisted upon ensuring she returned home safely, even despite Audette's own bashful admittance that she wasn't quite sure where home was...exactly. Thankfully, he was certain he had some capability to help her find that flat with his....bike. She'd never been on a motorcycle before. This would be new.

Audette slung her bag over her shoulder as they walked, the girl easily giving into the man's inquiry as he insisted she remained within crowded places the next time something like this happened. It was a promise she could all too easily make and frankly, he seemed all but glad. Her how chestnut gaze returned to the sidewalks in front of them as she eyed the buildings they passed, altogether curious of that side of town she had yet to venture within at any true length. Unlike the man at her side, Audette seemed almost...inattentive to much of the world, her own interest near pinpointed upon those storefronts and all that she had not yet observed of that busy bustling metropolis. His question of her bag, however, drew her attention back towards the man as she informed him it was for her audition. Unlike most, Audette had never been the terribly secretive type, except for when it came to her own species. She had been always astute within the ballet school to keep that very aspect of herself as secretive as she could, those pointed ears, thankfully, hardly as prominent as they were in others of her species and in turn, they were often overlooked when she was forced to put her hair in that stereotypical bun. "The Ballet." The woman responded without hesitation, watching at each of those street turns. She was aware, to some slight degree, that he had so purposefully taken her upon those major roads - at least until that final turn directed her into the opening of an ally. "Is that yours?" She inquired of the bike nestled within the shadows. His ability, it seemed, had more than one use. How...kind of it to keep his treasured motorcycle safe.