The young witch was hardly unaware of the fashion in which the Dark Hunter's gaze so lingered upon him as she pulled that t-shirt over her head, the material draping down her figure more like a rather short dress than anything else. Still, she was decidedly...comfortable within that object of clothing, relishing in that scent that was uniquely Azrael's alone, even if she hardly voiced a syllable upon the topic. Rather, the girl watched with a raised brow as that kindling nearly exploded in those tame flickering flames of warmth. It was quite a handy feat, even she had to admit and, but moments later, the girl offered some mutterings of appreciation for that affinity, as rare as those words of approval were from the girl. Her gaze rose from those flames towards the man, beside her, her head tilted inquisitively to the side as she regarded him with a hint of doubt. "More extravagant than lighting a fire out of thin air?" She inquired, "I think not." Despite the deadpan tone to her voice, Serafina was, in fact, teasing the man, even if she so skirted around that innuendo he had offered her. After all, she was entirely assured this, whatever this was, would not last forever.

She watched as he stepped away, her own stormy gaze returned towards those flames as her thoughts twisted and contorted into something far more somber then they surely should have been in the wake of all they had done. Her body should have been filled with those chemicals of elation and love. She should have felt content and yet...all that existed within that moment was a bottomless pit within her stomach and that cynicalness that had so protected her for so many years tearing away at her thoughts. Her gaze shifted only as the man returned with a rabbit, the woman entirely willing to reassure him that game was something she was quite willing to eat. In fact, she was rather fond of it in comparison to those lofty expensive meals her gender often dreamed of for their first dates. Then again, Serafina was an entirely atypical girl in many regards. A soft snort left her nose at that scoff that left Azrael's lips, the woman entirely amused with his observation of their city. "Just add some pasta to your weaponry and you could take over the whole town." She added, that simper crossing her features, as fleeting though it was.

Rather, it was the man's own unceremonious flop upon the sofa that made her step away from that fire, instead choosing a chair perpendicular to him. She was hardly like those women who sought the closeness of their lovers in the aftermath of those acts. No, Serafina was far too used to sex being little more than a means to an end for such emotional attachment...at least, usually. How he had managed to provoke such concerns within her as this baffled her. She was being childish. She shouldn't get that attached to him and yet...as much as she hated to admit it, she already was. That very night she'd drawn him to the park with her first newfound affinity, she already was. God damn herself. It was the sound of her name upon his lips that drew her gaze upwards, that single syllable left her mouth and yet her gaze remained wholly steadfast upon him as he seemed to struggle, for the first time, with those words he wished to impart upon her.

Serafina hardly truly anticipated the question that left his lips, nor could she help herself in that undignified snort that followed in return. She was skeptical, truly, that the man was really prepared for what such outings as this might entail. What would he do when one of his co-workers saw him around town with her? What would he do when her name inevitably came up on that list of souls that were troublesome enough to hunt. Someone already had tried to sick the Hunters upon her before. Was he truly ready to condemn himself to the dark side? That rather firm assurance saw Serafina's eyebrows raise in response, the girl had hardly expected for him to so unflinchingly attest that i>this was something he so truly sought. This, her, were things he was prepared to show the world even for the effect it might have upon him and his job as a member of the Council (oh yes, she knew about that).

Her eyebrows knitted together in consideration at that weakness Azrael seemed so content to offer to her in the wake of her dubiousness. She was aware, instantly so, of the fullness of that vulnerability that he shared with her. Slowly, her head bobbed, her voice decidedly solemn as she uttered softly in response, "Your secret is safe with me." And really, who would she tell anyways? The ghosts that always haunted her? Although...come to think of it...they were surprisingly...absent. It was nearly peculiar, actually having her thoughts to herself without those unseen souls present to rag upon her. She fell silent for several long moments afterwards, considering both her own tremulous feelings and all those truths he had been so willing to provide her that evening. Softly, that single word fell from her lips, even if she was wholly assured that this relationship was hardly going to last any longer then a few weeks before he tired of her and her antics.

She hardly had a moment to truly consider what she had gotten herself into before, quite abruptly, she found herself being pulled against him, her gaze merely blinking at him in surprise. "I hate it when you do that." She grumbled with a huffed pout on her lips, even at that rare glimpse of affection he afforded her. Still, the woman found herself nearly leaning into that embrace, her head simply bobbing in agreement to those plans he had presented her with. "I...would like that..." She uttered softly, her gaze momentarily drifting upwards towards him, "I would like to come back here...someday. It's quiet here." She admitted, even if he would scarcely understand the true extent of how much she appreciated that sanctuary of silence. In those hours afterwards, her mood improved, to some degree, the woman all too content to indulge in that delectable rabbit before the pair climbed into bed together. It had been the best sleep Serafina had in years, she was assured and yet...she had been remiss when, the following afternoon, they'd been forced to leave that cabin behind them and return to the stark reality of that metropolis and their own separate affairs.

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