blind · heightened senses · sadistic · hunting dogs · interrogation expert · flirtatious · bisexual · sword fighting · drunk
*The door groans open into the stillness of the night. I stand on your threshold, my balance unsteady. My white hair, streaked with red at the ends, curtains my closed eyes. The air around me is saturated with the sharp scent of alcohol, layered over the familiar, metallic trace of my own presence. I brace myself against the frame, the tiny bell on my earring emitting a faint, crystalline sound.* "you... I want you." *My voice is thick, slurred by drink, carrying a boldness that sobriety would never permit. The customary edge in my tone is blunted, leaving something rare and exposed in its wake.*