How childish she was, to choose that last name in such a fashion, that desire to be more, to have more than the wanton wanderings upon the cold and dreary streets of Sacrosanct had so clutched her that in that moment of weakness she had pilfered from the history books of those who were so much more than she had thought herself ever capable of being. She'd never anticipate that, one day, she'd have to explain to anyone where that name had originated from. Her mentor had simply accepted it in the same way that Brennan had - Azrael was the very first to ask after the very depths of her once wishful thinking. The very idea of revealing her own fantasy, however, prompted her cheeks to flush in an altogether rare glimpse of embarrassment. After all, so distinctly little, these days, could prompt that bashfulness within Serafina, not after all she had experienced and seen both on the streets and within her mentor's care. She was hardly oblivious of how the very sight of that reddish hue had so intently distracted her boyfriend, the man near swerving in his lane after getting too close to another vehicle. Unfortunately for Serafina, those townhomes had begun to look all too familiar, the pair getting far closer to their destination and, in turn, promising that she would soon have all of Azrael's attention.

A soft sigh left her lips as the vehicle slowed to a stop on the very curb of her home. Softly, Serafina insisted that Azrael wasn't allowed to laugh at the very truth of her last name, the very notion enough to prompt an inquisitive look of sorts upon Azrael's features. That very inquiry of exactly what sort of laughter she anticipated from him, admittedly, hardly made things even better and yet, she supposed, it hardly mattered in the end. An audible sigh left Serafina's lips as she leaned back within her seat, her arms folding over her chest in a sort of pout even before she began that tale. The last thing she anticipated, however, was the almost innocent inquiry on whether or not she'd gotten her name off of a cereal box. That scoff on her lips, however, near prompted an immediate defensive scowl from Azrael and yet Serafina was all too quick to interrupt with the mention of a very specific building. That blue awning was quite near unmissable, if only for how few buildings in Sacrosanct sported such a thing to begin with - much less the simple fact that it had been, and continued to be, there for as long as Serafina could remember. It was one of those sorts of places where she was left contemplating just how it stayed in business when so few patrons frequented its depths. That small nodd from Azrael, however, was all she required before she continued on with her tale - mentioning one of those particularly miserable afternoons in which her companions and herself had taken great measures to seek any sort of shelter, albeit temporarily from the weather outside.

That story continued with distinct ease, the young woman, though hesitantly, admitting the very origin of that last name and all it had once come to mean. She had wanted to imagine, for a brief moment, what it might be like to have everything that she lacked - from never having to fret over what or when she would next eat to those designer gowns and glamorous lifestyle. It was silly - she knew it. After all, no simple name would grant with it so much...of anything, really, and yet, at the end of the day, she had stuck with it all the same. Hesitantly, her stormy gaze shifted to tentatively meet those golden eyes of her boyfriend's and yet, Azrael merely offered her a small shrug of his shoulders - only to declare that, really, maybe she could by French, or even the daughter of an aristocrat. An undeniably dubious look crossed her features, the young woman certainly unimpressed with what she was well assured was an altogether ludicrous idea. "Azrael." She muttered with an audible sigh and yet, any protest she might have had was decimated with the man's insistence that she 'come on' as he pushed open his own door so indicating that conversation well and finished. Slowly, Serafina shook her head and yet, she hardly saw any reason to press on it, the woman merely stepping out of the car some moment later, only to trail up the walkway behind Azrael towards her own porch.

She fished the keys from her pocket, fitting them into the lock only for her attention to deviate at the sound of Azrael's voice. A soft scoff left her lips at the Dark Hunter's assurance that her name was nothing short of salacious - as if a name could be sexy. "Now you're just being patronizing." She retorted as she pushed open the door, immediately moving towards that alarm system Azrael had forced upon her ever some time ago. Her number was easily keyed in as the dark hunter shrugged off his jacket and tossed his key aside. It was with a soft sigh that Serafina followed the man up the stairs and towards her own bedroom, her own gait far more sluggish. The witch paused at the door frame, leaning against it to eye the near lackadaisical fashion at which Azrael so rested upon her mattress. A soft snort left her nose at that very promise and yet, she supposed that he was right. "I suppose you were." The young witch commented, meandering towards her closet only to hang her own jacket and dig towards the back where those Halloween costumes were kept. "You know, I do own actual lingerie." She commented over her shoulder as she fished out that very outfit in question, only to step out of the depths of the closet to hold the fetched outfit up for the man. "Unless witches really are your kink." She was teasing him - well...sort of. After all, he did choose her in place of his own species. "But maybe...I'll just have to keep those for when you take me out someplace nice....for once." That almost mischievous simper crossed her features before the young witch turned on her heels, sliding off into the bathroom well before he could retort.

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