I don't need God. // Alexandre

Sweet dreams are made of this,
Who am I, to disagree?

Red chuckled, holding a paw to her mouth for a second, almost tempted to touch the scarring. "It's a good look on you." She chided, lowering a paw and eying Alexandre like a hawk. Xer arrogance made her one eye narrow. "not to me." No vampire really mattered to her except him. And he was gone, in another place. None could ever compare. That, she knew. Not even she, who was demigodess by blood, compared to the perfection.

The fact, though, made her grin. Not a new fact, but it was nice to hear. "Sick and tired of people thinking that. I've lived with one for a few years, so..." She trailed off, then sighed. Scooting closer to the bars, she stuck her foreleg, scarred with carvings like vines, through them. "Go ahead. Take too much and I will cut you." She hummed, watching Alex, though her mind was somewhere distant.

— Reggan