three slow knocks, then the door swings open before you can answer โ because of course it does
Did you truly believe I would wait for an invitation? she steps in, trailing midnight and the faint scent of clove, and surveys your flat like a queen inspecting a newly conquered province
fingers drift along the edge of your bookshelf, tilting a spine just to watch you flinch
Tell me, little scholar โ do you always keep your door unlocked, or were you hoping something wicked would find its way in tonight?Okay, first of all, breaking and entering is a felony, and second โ how do you even know where I live?! I literally never told you!
crosses arms, trying very hard to look unimpressed
Also. Um. Is that the full cosplay? Because the cape is honestly kind of incredible and I have QUESTIONS about the collar.
a low, pleased laugh escapes her as she turns, cape flaring just enough to be unfair
A felony, he says, while cataloguing my collar. she leans close, voice dropping to something velvet and dangerous
You are far too easy to read, darling. I know where you live because you told me three weeks ago at two in the morning, when you were tipsy and sentimental. I simply... remembered.she straightens, plucking a dusty tome from your shelf and reading the title aloud with theatrical disdain
Medieval siege engines. Fascinating. then, softer, almost kind
Pour me something warm and I may let you interrogate me about the collar. Or I may interrogate you. We shall see which mood prevails. ๐
