Jessamine was out of breath by the time they climbed into the safety of the mansion and she could still her heart thudding in her chest. It was rather quiet, but she had no doubt that the rest of the occupants were ridding the sudden influx of Noctarae that had come out of nowhere. A flicker of concern passed on her face, but it was quickly gone, her Shadowhunter mentality kicking in
( ... )
"I'm fine" he weakly protested, nearly stumbling as she pulled him forward. Okay, maybe he wasn't as fine as he thought. He hated that letting his instincts kicking in while fighting meant Bleeding Effect episodes afterward. He didn't want Jessamine to think that he couldn't fight. Well, more like he didn't had stamina. It was all about ego here, and all about no disappointing the young woman. No doubt this was a trait passed down from his ancestors, but still Desmond knew he'd have to muse on why this was important to him, but now was not the time
( ... )
Jessamine couldn't help but colour a bit at the comment but she rolled her eyes nonetheless when she caught the smirk on his lips. She tried to look offended but it was difficult to do so when she was trying her best not to look embarrassed. "Well we tried dining and look how that turned out." Jessamine gave him a little smirk of her own before turning to hurry to the nearby bathroom. "I should hope so. If you have enough effort to jest like that, then you have to be capable of removing a piece of clothing
( ... )
"Well, you will never be able to complain that I'm a boring date, that's for sure." The bartender averted his eyes away for a short moment when he realized that each time they've gone out together, strange things had happened to them. Like kissing out of the blue because of an enchanted ornament floating over their heads. Or monsters coming out of nowhere
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