kissing death and loosing my breath

If the youthful witch had been truthful with herself, she perhaps might have admitted that she might had required such an unlikely encounter as much as the stern dark hunter she found herself within the company of. For far too long, Serafina had isolated herself from the entirety of the world she had once been so involved within. Once upon a time, this city had been her city and she had known the streets and their ongoings like the back of her hand. But times had changed, and with it so not only had Tamzin, but also Serafina herself. She had, in some fashion or another, become perhaps as rigid as Tamzin had, especially when it came to her rather limited capabilities within her craft. Maybe - there was more comparable between the pair of them then had first been anticipated. However, rather than dwelling too much upon the world she was escaping from or the life that her companion too seemed to be rebelling against, Serafina was content to remain lost within the beat that filled every fiber of her being, up until the point where her friend took her slender hand within hers only to guide her from what had become quite the boisterous dance floor.

Her nearly silver hued gaze glanced upwards as Tamzin's hand reached up to tuck a stray strand of hair back into that nearly perfect bun. Her manicured eyebrows rose ever so slightly but she failed to vocally comment on it. Instead, the girl was distracted by the shot glances that had appeared before her. Delicately, she lifted one into her hand. She gestured towards Tamzin's shot glass with her own, clearly seconding their toast before she too tilted her head back, the pale skin of her slender neck visible as she threw back the alcohol with particularly little concern on how high her blood alcohol level might now be quickly rising. Carefully, Serafina paced her small glass back upon the bar top, the girl momentarily making a face as the liquor burned down her throat. For the moment, Serafina was entirely oblivious to the fashion at which her companion seemed to glance towards her, her attention nearly singularly minded. Her gaze only shifted upwards at the soft curse that left her friend's lips before Serafina found Tamzin's mouth pressing against hers in a display of frenzied passion that the witch certainly had never anticipated.

For a moment, the witch froze entirely, her mind struggling to comprehend the occurrence in front of her. She hardly had the time to distinguish her own thoughts and feelings upon the matter before the sensation of soft, silken lips against hers was gone all together. Her gaze slowly landed upon her companion, her head tilting ever so slightly in a nearly questioning fashion only to find Tamzin's hand slid down her shoulder and return to her own chest. Still, a simper pulled at the corner of the woman's lips, her head shaking ever so slightly. "Don't worry about it Tam. I think it's just your tight ass bun restricting the blood to your head." She teased, reaching up behind the girl to pluck the elastic band that held those blond lock ever so perfectly in place from a top the woman's head. "There, that's better, maybe you can think better now." She winked in a mischievous fashion before her gaze momentarily darted around the bar. It was getting busy in here. "Come on, let's get out of here. It's so stuffy now." The witch complained, motioning towards the door, physically seeming to brush off the unexpected kiss even if her thoughts still mildly seemed to linger within the seconds past.