Vandal is... stunned, to say the least. Of all the people she could've been paired with, she's paired with Fischer, walking through the door and looking as beautiful as she had been when the maned wolf first saw her. She thinks it might be a dream, but the way Fischer looks - stunning, shocked, familiar - tells her otherwise. There's a fleeting moment of something in the air; the rune on Vandal's chest flickers for a moment before continuing its steady glow, and her gaze lower in embarrassment when she feels her face heat up. She knows Fischer is... not interested, but the attraction Vandal has for her is still burning in her veins.
Vandal doesn't notice that Fischer has cut the distance between them until she's speaking again, commenting on her look. The effect is immediate on her, ears flickering and eyes drifting up again, pools of bright neon as she takes in how Fischer looks more closely and, god - "You're beautiful..." She doesn't realize she'd spoken out loud until she hears her soft voice dancing in the air, and suddenly she's ducking her head all over again in humiliation, chiding herself for not being able to handle her impulses well enough (they've gotten her in too much trouble before, after all).
She keeps her head tucked, thinking, feeling all too much, until Fischer's speaking again and the only thing running through her mind is some variation of you. She realizes she probably isn't helping the situation, the budding awkwardness - she gives her wings a bit of a stretch and shakes herself, gives herself a pep talk that she quite clearly needs - and lets a small smile play on her pointed muzzle, expression rippling across her face. A droplet, it's all she needs.
"A brownie would be nice, if that's a'right," she says politely, steeling her voice as much as she could given the surreal situation. There's still this - this fragility in the air, paper-thin floors and ice-thin walls, one that she's afraid to mistakenly break. She keeps her distance out of respect but turns to face Fischer to avoid being rude. The last thing she wants is to ruin the night. She knows she's got no chance - but at least... at least she can help make it a nice, relaxing night for both of them, right? "Hey Fischer, imagine the odds right? M'starting to think the whole thing might'a been rigged."
Vandal definitely isn't pulling up any Aces tonight, as it seems.
Vandal doesn't notice that Fischer has cut the distance between them until she's speaking again, commenting on her look. The effect is immediate on her, ears flickering and eyes drifting up again, pools of bright neon as she takes in how Fischer looks more closely and, god - "You're beautiful..." She doesn't realize she'd spoken out loud until she hears her soft voice dancing in the air, and suddenly she's ducking her head all over again in humiliation, chiding herself for not being able to handle her impulses well enough (they've gotten her in too much trouble before, after all).
She keeps her head tucked, thinking, feeling all too much, until Fischer's speaking again and the only thing running through her mind is some variation of you. She realizes she probably isn't helping the situation, the budding awkwardness - she gives her wings a bit of a stretch and shakes herself, gives herself a pep talk that she quite clearly needs - and lets a small smile play on her pointed muzzle, expression rippling across her face. A droplet, it's all she needs.
"A brownie would be nice, if that's a'right," she says politely, steeling her voice as much as she could given the surreal situation. There's still this - this fragility in the air, paper-thin floors and ice-thin walls, one that she's afraid to mistakenly break. She keeps her distance out of respect but turns to face Fischer to avoid being rude. The last thing she wants is to ruin the night. She knows she's got no chance - but at least... at least she can help make it a nice, relaxing night for both of them, right? "Hey Fischer, imagine the odds right? M'starting to think the whole thing might'a been rigged."
Vandal definitely isn't pulling up any Aces tonight, as it seems.
I TOLD THAT DEVIL TO TAKE YOU BACK
MAXINE VIENNA "VANDAL" ROUX — TAGS — THE TYPHOON