Day Sixteen - Frosty Entry

[frostdeadbydawn]

Who: Deacon, Gabrielle

When: Late Morning

Where: Black Castle

Invasion: Plz.

Status: Closed/Finished

Summary: Deacon wanders the castle halls idly and meets Gabby.  They have the usual 'this is the deal' talk, introduce themselves and flirt very mildly before parting ways again, leaving Deacon wondering what angel blood tastes like.

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[lies_unspoken]

Gabrielle wasn't ... bored, exactly, but she was restless. She hadn't gone to play in the maze, but she didn't want to roam too far, in case they required some sort of ... well, healing when the participants came back.

After all, it stood to reason at least one of them was bound to get hurt, right?

Shrugging her shoulders, wings rustling, she stepped out into the hall. She wasn't sure where she planned to go ... maybe she'd go start in on the harp again, or see if there were any pastries left in the kitchen from breakfast.

[frostdeadbydawn]

Deacon heard the movement behind him, and after a moment he turned to regard the new body in the hall. He jerked his chin up in a nod.

"Hey," he offered, arms crossing over his chest.

He could smell that she wasn't a vampire, but other than that ... and the wings, of course ... he really couldn't say a whole lot else about her.

[lies_unspoken]

"Morning," she greeted him with a faint smile. Her wings curled lightly around her shoulders as she watched him for a moment. "New here, or just someone I managed to miss in all the time I've spent outside of my room?"

She smirked, and the jab was more at herself than him - though she was sure he'd see that.

[frostdeadbydawn]

"Just arrived this morning," he replied, extending a hand, "Deacon Frost."

He flashed a wide grin, eyeteeth showing with no concern for it, really. He'd never hid what he was, not ever. No reason to now.

"So you're a social butterfly then?" he ventured, grin toning down a little but still a little bit in place.

Never mind that it wasn't altogether genuine. It wasn't altogether ingenuine, either.