I'm like yes and no

Location | Her manor at Midnight street no 2.
Date | 8th of June 2022
Time | Close to midnight
Attire | Link
Topic for | @Kai
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What was a good reunion with enemies if blood wasn't spilled? At least just a little bit. The scene still played out in her mind over and over, how glorious it had been once Rafael had realized she wasn't as a matter of fact dead. That his whole search and moments of peace had been a complete lie. Work of art really. Alicia had gotten back to her mansion for the first time in what felt like months, her cover in Umbrella had needed her elsewhere, but now she was back in sweet, sweet Athena.

A somewhat soft smile lifted on her lips as she turned her hand to unlock the door, then shaking her head. It wouldn't surprise her if her very own little fairy had been spending some time here while she 'd been gone. To check the plants of course - or not really. Not that Alicia minded it. But his scent was somewhat refreshing to inhale, a dangerous addiction it was to find yourself somewhat high from the scent of someone else. Someone you could lose. So, she pushed her feelings down, that little spark that otherwise had wanted to break free for a long time, killed. She didn't do anything that required emotional attachment, and now was not the time for it either. Still, it didn't let the smile fall from her face as she closed the door and walked upstairs to her champers, first things first, she needed to wash the slight remains of bloodstains off her right hand and arm, shit got messy when you went with the old fashion heart rip. "You can come out sugarplum, I caught your scent the second I stepped through the door," she mused with a light chuckle before turning the water tap on so she could made a cloth wet. Then beginning to wash her arm, looking at him throughout the mirror. "Just been waiting for me to turn huh? Please don't tell me you've used up all of my satin robes," Alicia licked her full lips a bit, moving her newly cleaned hand behind her head to grab around the hair tie to untie the bun and let her wild black curls escape.

Malachai had a home. Technically. Not necessarily on that he’d prefer to sleeping and spending time anywhere else but the abandoned house with all the other scruffy outcasts was still a constant in his life. Still, when opportunities arrived, he wasn’t one to let it just pass by him so people couldn’t really blame him for having sort of taken over the fabulous manor. A manor that he’d honestly thought was now just as abandoned as this primary shelter. The owner gone without a trace. Off somewhere only the Gods knew of. Had it saddened him when she’d simply up and left? A bit, sure but the relation between the two didn’t really make room for actual hurt feelings so he’d adapted rather quickly and found a way around the locked door and security. And he’d since made himself comfortable slowly gliding into a state of mind where her return would never happen.

So, obviously, it shocked the fairy immensely when he heard the click of the lock and the front door opening just as he’d been rummaging in the kitchen fridge for a midnight snack. Never ever had he fled a scene up to the floor above so fast; not even checking who it might be. Because frankly - the possibility of it being her hadn’t crossed his mind at all. There was a window for perfect escape in the main bedroom, he knew.
But that escape eventually showed to not even be needed. He might as well have had one foot out when he’d stopped every movement as the sound of her sweet, apricot voice rang in his ears and a new kind of nervous heart rhythm replaced the former fight or flight. Busted. Cowardly, he removed his hands from the window and prayed that it wouldn’t slam shut as soon as he did and even kept a tight eye on it while taking a few shifting steps backwards. A deep breath. Then he swiftly twirled around, forced overambitious confidence upon himself and finally dared near the adjacent bathroom.

Alicia Blackwood was in earnest a gorgeous woman. In every sense of the word. And it wasn’t very hard to plaster on a big smile when he saw her backside silhouette by the bathroom sink. It grew automatically into a toothy grin as she spoke again. “Your satin robes? Pff, I’d never,” he rather theatrically exclaimed despite it being the biggest lie to ever exist. An obvious one too, as that was exactly was he was currently wearing. A beautiful, long dusty dark green satin robe, barely tied shut so his naked torso was still visible through the broad slit. He even had the audacity to not be wearing anything more than a pair of worn boxers underneath so the expensive fabric was fully being soiled by his street rat body - although he’d at least showered. Using her magnifique shower, of course! He stepped properly into the bathroom; drifting all the way to the vampire where he leaned down slightly and his arms snaked around her waist without hesitation before lastly placing his chin on her shoulder. “Your bed was getting so lonely, Mademoiselle Bois Noir, so how could I not come by from time to time to keep it company, hm?” he asked, sounding as innocent as he possibly could as his eyes met with her in the mirror, expressing similar puppy like features.
His eyes wandered a bit from her gaze. “Ah, no no, tu as raté un endroit,” he exclaimed softly and with furrowed eyebrows. Then letting go of her with one arm, he first moved her hand up to lick his thumb and then back around her to smear off the tiniest bit of blood from her cheek. With some difficulties, as he had to work with a mirror perspective.