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CAN THE KILLER IN ME
(tame the fire in you)
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He's unnerving.
Vandal isn't fond of admitting that she's intimidated by someone, and yet there she stands completely unhinged by the bone-faced newcomer standing at her (she doesn't bother to correct herself) border, ringing her (she doesn't even notice the slip-up) bell, talking to her (that much is true) family and friends. The way his words roll of a bitter tongue sends chills racing down the arch of her spine, and she hates that it does, hates that his presence has such a powerful effect on her. It's not about his physical form, she's seen more gruesome things before, but the way he talks - the way he holds his chin high, his voice deep, his words thick with undercurrents she can't pick out?
He's unsettling.
Vandal's good at hiding what she feels, though - before any of them could see her, she fits a mask of impishness on her face. She knows she'll fool everyone, she's so used to pretending anyway. None of them can see the quiver in her eyes, the tremble in her step as she picks her way towards the Goldie and flicks her tail good-naturedly towards Lucifer, Sylvina, and Desperado. Her neon gaze hones in on Decius and meets him bravely, eye-to-eye, chin held high as she clicks her teeth together.
Such a good little actress. Aegroixe would be proud.
"Vandal Roux, at your service for anythin' that don' include getting my ass in trouble. The only consequences I like are the ones I brought upon myself," she introduces with a bow of her head. The edges of her eyes crinkle with her smiling expression - she's doing what she's best at, pretending. "Well then, since we're just about done with formalities I hope, I'm guessin' tha's our queue to lead you to where you can hole up for the night, right?"
He's threatening. His presence extends far beyond his physical body and fills the air with something thick, and Vandal's choking on it... not that anyone would ever know.
Vandal isn't fond of admitting that she's intimidated by someone, and yet there she stands completely unhinged by the bone-faced newcomer standing at her (she doesn't bother to correct herself) border, ringing her (she doesn't even notice the slip-up) bell, talking to her (that much is true) family and friends. The way his words roll of a bitter tongue sends chills racing down the arch of her spine, and she hates that it does, hates that his presence has such a powerful effect on her. It's not about his physical form, she's seen more gruesome things before, but the way he talks - the way he holds his chin high, his voice deep, his words thick with undercurrents she can't pick out?
He's unsettling.
Vandal's good at hiding what she feels, though - before any of them could see her, she fits a mask of impishness on her face. She knows she'll fool everyone, she's so used to pretending anyway. None of them can see the quiver in her eyes, the tremble in her step as she picks her way towards the Goldie and flicks her tail good-naturedly towards Lucifer, Sylvina, and Desperado. Her neon gaze hones in on Decius and meets him bravely, eye-to-eye, chin held high as she clicks her teeth together.
Such a good little actress. Aegroixe would be proud.
"Vandal Roux, at your service for anythin' that don' include getting my ass in trouble. The only consequences I like are the ones I brought upon myself," she introduces with a bow of her head. The edges of her eyes crinkle with her smiling expression - she's doing what she's best at, pretending. "Well then, since we're just about done with formalities I hope, I'm guessin' tha's our queue to lead you to where you can hole up for the night, right?"
He's threatening. His presence extends far beyond his physical body and fills the air with something thick, and Vandal's choking on it... not that anyone would ever know.
VANDAL ROUX — THE TROUBLEMAKER — TYPHOON STRIKER — [color=#c6b6b8]TAGS
I TOLD THAT DEVIL TO TAKE YOU BACK
MAXINE VIENNA "VANDAL" ROUX — TAGS — THE TYPHOON