audette rousseau

Ah, how Audette would have liked to have forgotten the events of that fateful afternoon! The scent of burning flesh was forever imprinted upon her senses. Their screams still haunted the depths of her nightmares, though the ballerina was ill inclined to admit it. After all, Kit had saved her. Possibly. There was every chance the men might have merely taken Kit's wallet and left them well enough alive -- without any harm done to any present. How those 'what-if's' could plague her mind! An audible sigh left her sweetheart lips as Audette began to recount the tale of her rather unfortunate afternoon, complete with a vague explanation of those vicious powers she had witnessed. Kit's pollen, at least, seemed to garner Adrien's interest. She watched as his brows furrowed in contemplation, though it had hardly crossed her mind that he might not believe her. After all, in a world with fae and vampires and hunters, was an acid truly all that out of place? Instead, her thoughts lingered upon the fate of the men who had attempted to mug them. How likely were they to recover from the damage that Kit had done? Would they ever? Though they might not have deserved her compassion, she could hardly help her belief that they hadn't deserved to be forever disfigured for this one mistake, regardless of the countless others that surely came before it.

The soft baritone rumble of her companion's voice drew her gaze upwards and from her internal conundrum. A warm simper flushed across her once pensive features as she nodded in agreement, eager to reassure him that she had indeed escaped the encounter entirely unscathed. Still, she couldn't help but to wonder if this sort of...excitement was to be her norm in such a...intriguing...metropolis. How disappointed she was in his response! She had hoped that, perhaps, she had merely experienced a fluke in the city's hospitality. Or perhaps...several flukes. A small frown tugged at Audette's features though she was unwilling to let the city's unsavory character ruin what had otherwise been a splendid evening. Rather, she popped the last bit of her croissant in her mouth, her clove colored irises turned towards her companion as Adrien reached up to run his fingers through his brunette locks. Whatever thoughts lingered upon his mind seemed equally as dismal - those shadows swirled almost menacingly around him, curling ever so gently in thin wisps as they danced in the light of the cityscape surrounding them.

His sudden declaration that she required a hunter on 'speed dial' wholly caught the young ballerina off guard, if only for how terribly playful such a comment was when he seemed, at least for a moment, anything but. A smile blossomed upon her features, lighting up the clove hue of her irises as she turned towards him, only to note just how fortuitous it was that she found herself on a rooftop where said Dark Hunter could apparently be purchased for but a limited time. She watched as he shook his head, though that small hint of gaiety hardly seemed to dissipate from that small tug at the corner of his lips. "A bit too convenient." Audette insisted with a soft, airy giggle, only to inquire what exactly purchasing this Dark Hunter provided her with. Perhaps her money gave her some hidden perk beyond the obvious. Oh, how purposefully open that innocuous inquiry was! Her gaze hardly deviated from him as she popped the last bite of her croissant into her mouth, her pink tongue darted across her lip, chasing away any hint of lingering powdered sugar. His attention seemed almost...studious upon her as he considered his words, only to insist it allowed her to call him whenever she might like. It was an obvious answer but one she was capable of appreciating all the same.

"Any time?" Audette inquired, her head tilted to the side as she shifted upon the ledge to better face him. Ah! How easy it would be to tease him with the breadth of 'any times' he had left open for her! And yet, before her imagination could even begin to spin such fanciful suggestions, he interrupted with the insistence that she would surely need a hunter at her side given her apparent 'track record'. How those words could so chase away the flirtation they had been at the very precipice of cultivating with a healthy dose of stark, cold reality! A soft breath left her lips, that once infectious simper disappeared as quickly as it had come before she nodded in slow agreement. "Oui, I suppose you may be right." After all, he had suggested such terrible events could be...commonplace within Sacrosanct. Her companion shifted beside her and silently, Audette watched him raise to his feet. The darkness that surrounded him seemed to intensify in it's depths as he stood to tower over her, only to offer her the palm of his hand. The very action prompted the once fluttering umbrage to smooth into a sort of gentle lapping of waves - their very shifting nature so wholly baffling to the French fae.

It was his curious phrasing, however, that dragged Audette's attention from the shadows that embraced him. A baffled look crossed her features as she placed her hand in his, effortlessly rising to her feet with the ease of a dancer. "A reminder...? Of...?" His inquiry to take her home, however, was one she graciously accepted. After all, Audette had...perhaps...not paid as much attention to their route as she should have. Venturing back to the comfort of her home in the depths of night would require the assistance of a map and a vain hope that he hadn't taken her too far when her feet were already beginning to ache in protest. "Oui, I would like that." She offered with a soft simper, entirely unaware of the thoughts that lingered upon her mind - her bathtub but momentarily forgotten in the wake of his company.