kissing death and loosing my breath

In truth, Serafina was hardly surprised at the rather pathetic response she had received to her reveal of her life. His grunt brought only a shrug to her shoulders, a grin still finding it's place upon her lips despite the direction the conversation had turned. His inquiry, however cause a snort to leave her nose, her features brightening quite abruptly as laughter bubbled from her lips. "Do you know what witches actually do? Or do you just push us all into the same prejudice category?" Her inquiry was void of the gentleness provided within his, instead laced with pointed sarcasm. "Of course I know what hunters do. You hunt and kill my kind. We're a plague on the world. Completely uncontrollable right?" Her stormy eyes shifted upwards to him, her fingers reaching up to toy with her ebony locks. "However, I am quite certain if you were going to kill me, you would have done so already. But you haven't and I think that is a curious thing for both of us, no?" At the very least, the young witch was quite perceptive, having already pinpointed that he seemed to be equally as baffled as she was by his lack of decision to pick up a blade and plunge it in her heart - not like it would have done the world any great service.

She let the silence befall upon them again, wandering as slowly as she could manage down the sidewalk, purposefully lagging when it came to returning home. Home had quite the questionable sentiment attached to it. Unlike most, her home wasn't a place of sanctuary. It was merely a roof over her head, an opportunity that she couldn't leave. It was a prison but having lived on the streets, she found it vastly more acceptable then the alternatives. Her attention shifted towards him at the sound of his voice, her attention once again befalling upon him. The corner of her lips pressed together as his voice died off, having decided that whatever sentence that was about to leave his mouth required further thought. She tried not to pressure him though, instead finding herself quite exasperated that they had reached her Eastern side abode. She paused in front of him, watching the lackadaisical fashion at which he rested his spine against the near by street light. Despite his efforts to dissuade her from ever using her new found power again, Serafina paid him no heed. She'd finally found something she could do. Something she wanted to get better at and would continue to practice....though maybe not on him.

Her gaze remained steadfast, her eyebrow raising ever so slightly at his determination to remain nothing more then her enemy. She stared back at him simply, offering no reaction what-so-ever. There was no anger there, no sadness, though maybe, if he looked hard enough, he might have caught a flicker of the stubbornness that made up the witch. Her head tilted to the side in a studious fashion as he looked pointedly away from her. There was something he wasn't telling her, something that Serafina knew surely contributed to his decision to allow her to live. Never the less she reached out to slowly take the card he'd offered, her fingers running over the edges of it as she looked at the number written on it. "For what it's worth..." She started quietly, her gaze still settled on the card in her hands, "I don't think you're a jerk. i think you've just forgotten what it's like to lo--" She caught herself, instead offering a shrug, choosing not to continue. Serafina shook her head, "Just forget it. Enjoy the rest of your evening off." Serafina offered the male a small, sad simper before turning on her heels, moving up the steps and disappearing into the dark interior of the house.