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 25, 2017 by malek ackerman
South

Malek Ackerman

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



Adjusting his hands in his pockets, he shifts his weight to the other foot deciding if he wants to take several more steps backwards away from the girl. The fear was practically wafting off her, it flooded his nostrils and he can't help but cringe inwardly at the thought that he was the one helping create such fear within the girl. Still, he plasters a broad grin on his lips as she mentions he's the first she's met before, "I do hope I don't disappoint," his voice his bright, his eyes wary of her movements lest she try to go for that very sharp sword again.

Malek didn't particularly care to be skewered tonight, or anytime soon for that matter.

Though her fear is present in her scent, he genuinely feels bad for the girl, even when she is trying so hard to be friendly. Honestly, he should just leave now. He was curious though, especially about those powers of hers. Still, there's little astonishment in his eyes as she offers her name, he was certain the girl would flee the moment that satchel was back in her hand. Although, he's pleased that she remains. Offering another smile, he gives a small dip of his head in greeting, "Emerson," he muses thoughtfully, again shifting the weight of his body to his other foot.

"A rather old name," he says thoughtfully, his eyes crinkling at her in a smile, "I rather like it! Did you know that your name means brave and powerful?" he states more as a rhetorical question. He was, in fact, practically a walking, talking library. "And considering you created that storm, I would have to agree that you are indeed a powerful witch," another grin, another compliment. Malek couldn't help but want to ease her fear around him, anyone fearing the vampire never sat well with him.

As the ancient mentions the storm, he notes he had indeed said the wrong thing, as her hands fumble along her strap, her gaze dropping from his own stormy eyes. Before he can get a word out, she's stumbling over her words as if she were apologizing for the storm she caused! Brows skyrocketing, he rips his hands from his pockets, gesturing with them to console the nervous girl. Not girl. Emerson. "My dear, my dear! It's quite alright! You did nothing wrong, I was merely curious for my own selfish desires. I rather enjoy learning of the strange powers that are graced to the supernatural world," he offers an apologetic smile.

Though, he desperately wants to take a step forward to console Emerson, he remains where he is. Hands again, dropping to his side, in a lax and comfortable movement. "Plus, I wouldn't have minded seeing you blow your attacker straight out into the ocean," he grins a chuckle rasping out of his throats. "He most certainly would have deserved it."

You're my whiskey. From time to time.

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