Your face is a poem (Active, Closed)
Characters: Drusilla, Miles Edgeworth, Franziska von Karma
Content: Drusilla wants a warm meal, but someone gets in the way.
Location: Edgeworth's Apartment
Time of Day: Late evening.
Warnings: A hungry vampire... Neck biting is inevitable. Maybe some suggestive content (this is Dru we're talking about)? Perhaps language. Who knows~ :3
The longer she was stuck in the city, the more up-to-date her clothing began to be. She had found a pair of jeans that fit her like a glove, and a pink turtleneck. She knew she'd get in trouble if Larxene found out where she was... If anyone caught wind of this. But she didn't care. She was hungry and wanted a fresh meal. Something warm... Something she could toy with first and eat later.
And this man... He had already invited her into his home... She didn't have to count on the kindness of strangers any longer. Maybe just a sip... After all, if she was found out, it would be like the Prague mob all over again.... And this time, there was no Spike to look after her. She glanced around the hall, making sure she was alone. She brought her knuckles against the door and knocked gently. Might as well be polite to begin with.
Content: Drusilla wants a warm meal, but someone gets in the way.
Location: Edgeworth's Apartment
Time of Day: Late evening.
Warnings: A hungry vampire... Neck biting is inevitable. Maybe some suggestive content (this is Dru we're talking about)? Perhaps language. Who knows~ :3
The longer she was stuck in the city, the more up-to-date her clothing began to be. She had found a pair of jeans that fit her like a glove, and a pink turtleneck. She knew she'd get in trouble if Larxene found out where she was... If anyone caught wind of this. But she didn't care. She was hungry and wanted a fresh meal. Something warm... Something she could toy with first and eat later.
And this man... He had already invited her into his home... She didn't have to count on the kindness of strangers any longer. Maybe just a sip... After all, if she was found out, it would be like the Prague mob all over again.... And this time, there was no Spike to look after her. She glanced around the hall, making sure she was alone. She brought her knuckles against the door and knocked gently. Might as well be polite to begin with.