A soft breath left her lips as the witch's stormy irises stared intently at the cards spread out in front of her. She reached for the martini settled just above the spread and to the right, the girl sipping upon the clear liquid as her gaze darted from card to card. There was something remarkably different about this deck. She had felt it the moment her fingers had graced the obscure matte black box that encased them. There was a magic to them that had called to her, resulting in the spending of an absurd amount of money when she had several different decks at home as it was. The corners of her lips tilted downwards in a frown as she reached out, her black-tipped fingers brushing over the masculine figure depicted upon the tarot card in the center of her spread. The Tarot spoke of events that did not bode well for the little witch. Her brows furrowed as she lifted the card, the girl entirely inattentive to the way the silver inscription on the back seemed to illuminate ever so slightly in direct response to her own innate magic. Silently, she studied the figure, the girl entirely ignorant of the vampire that stepped into the unusually quiet bar.
It was that ghostly presence that followed him that first drew her attention, the deep tenor of his voice prompting her head to rise from her introspection as she eyed the man that settled but a few chairs away from her. One manicured brow rose ever so studiously as she wearily eyed the spectral figments that seemed to float around him. Vampires. They always brought a horde of the dead with them, the girl so often able to discern both the type of man and age of vampire on that simple fact alone. She watched in poised silence as the bartender swiftly crafted yet another martini, this one far fruitier than the one Serafina presently relished in. A curious choice for a man who, at least by appearances, seemed more the type to nurse a hard liquor. Her lips pressed together ever so slightly as his attention seemed to turn away from his drink and towards the rest of the Tavern's patrons. For one brief moment, her stormy gaze met the striking blue irises of the vampire. "Someone travels with quite the crowd." She muttered to herself as her gaze turned back upon her cards. The last thing she wanted was to get involved in his affairs, his ghosts hardly looking friendly.
Quickly, the girl flipped her placed cards over, placing them back into the rest of the deck. Deftly, her fingers worked with the cards, shuffling them back into a neat deck. Delicately, she placed the stack of cards in front of her, one leg neatly placed over the other in a distinctly feminine manner. Serafina leaned back in her seat, reaching out to delicately lift her martini glass and bring it to her lips once again. First a stalker, a Russian address, and now a tarot spread that spoke of bad luck, a drastic change in her life, and the presence of a new, mysterious man. It was movement from her periphery that drew her gaze back towards the vampire, even if the girl was at least pretending the glass bottles of liquor on the wall behind the bar was vastly more interesting. He was settled between her and the door, that ghostly presence bound to notice her at any moment if she did not make an effort to make herself scarce. Great. Just great. "Excuse me." She commented, attempting to wave down the bartender and pay for her drink. So much for a bit of peace and quiet.
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