[ The first thing she'll see in the shadows is a pair of glowing red eyes. Maybe it's an illusion, maybe it's not— they diffuse into a cold shade of blue as a figure materializes from the darkness, tall frame (dressed in a billowy white shirt and black trousers) topped by a mask that's been shaped into the sharp beak of an eagle.
(For a second, he thinks about vaporizing her. It'd be easy, barely take a second — and it'd be his right as a hunter, having caught his prey. He couldn't really say what causes him to divert course. Maybe the fact that he can see her heart rabbiting in her chest, maybe the soft, young set of her features. She's just a girl. Not that that's ever really stayed his hand from violence, before, but— it's just a game.
She'll have plenty of time to die, later.) ]
Something like that, [ he says, in answer to her question. ]
cupid's arrow, part one.
(For a second, he thinks about vaporizing her. It'd be easy, barely take a second — and it'd be his right as a hunter, having caught his prey. He couldn't really say what causes him to divert course. Maybe the fact that he can see her heart rabbiting in her chest, maybe the soft, young set of her features. She's just a girl. Not that that's ever really stayed his hand from violence, before, but— it's just a game.
She'll have plenty of time to die, later.) ]
Something like that, [ he says, in answer to her question. ]
I think you're out past your curfew, sweetheart.