South

The southern part of the city has a chic family-oriented sort of charm to it. Here, small locally owned shops run rampant, neighbors often know each other by name, and the monthly socials are an event not to be missed. In the South, children can often be seen safely playing in the park or on sidewalks and in the weekends, families often take to the beach to enjoy the warm waters surrounding the city.

What You'll Find Here

Ascension Center of Equitation
Hyde Park
Point Defiance Zoo and Aquarium
The Outskirts
The University of Sacrosanct

you're my water you're my wine


Posted on March 14, 2017 by malek ackerman
South

Malek Ackerman

You're my water. You're my wine.



He didn't expect the strange woman to thank him, the man simply was acting on instinct, he felt that anyone would do the same. As he places his large hand on her shoulder, she all but jerks away from him, leaping into a standing position. Malek merely furrows his brows remaining in his crouched position as she holds her dagger out towards him. Glancing up at her, he raises slowly, keeping his eyes on the sharp instrument just as she replaces it and draws a sword.

Interesting.

Showing his hand to her to let the stranger know he wasn't carrying any weapons, he simply let's his fingers slide into his pockets, his body relax given the situation. Looking over his shoulder towards the ocean he notes the tornado all but sputter out. Clearly this woman had been controlling the whirlwind. Letting his gaze travel back to her, Malek can actually smell the fear rolling off of her in waves. The vampire believed himself to be a rather gentle creature given his age, though perhaps most would think otherwise assuming his stature and rather... rugged look. Nonetheless, he calmly regards her in the face of her fear.

When she questions him, Malek can't help but arch a brow in her direction. Releasing a small sigh, he gives a light shrug, "I think you already know what I am, my dear," he says, those lyrics tinted with his English accent. Pulling a hand from his pocket he runs a hand through his hair, realizing his mistake just as his fingers tangle in his hair, he disentangles himself before dropping his hand to his side. The wind had surely disarrayed his hair badly, perhaps it made him look feral even in his clean-cut state.

It would explain why the woman was so terrified of him.

A small shape catches his eye as he turns briefly to find the bag the woman had been carrying dusted in sand. Strolling casually towards the handbag, he lifts it to himself, brushing the dirt and grime from it before making his way towards her, stopping just a few inches from the sword point. Holding out the bag to her in an offer of peace, he regards the weapon again, "I'm not here to hurt you, you can put down your sword," he suggests, his deep baritone rumbling in his chest. "If it makes you feel safer feel free to keep it drawn. Just make sure you aim for the heart, you can't kill a vampire any other way unless you chop their head off," he jokes, giving a wink and offering a soft smile.

You're my whiskey. From time to time.

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