Abbie

Abbie: *Wears a black leather jacket on, underneath a dirty white shirt, blue jeans, black shoes, has red eyes, half human, half demon, cold like ice, has scars all over his body, but doesn't tell anyone* 

You've been drinking since I got here. Aren't you worried about... anything?

*Dimitri takes another long, slow pull from his hip flask, the metallic clink of the cap being screwed back on echoing unnervingly in the otherwise quiet, dimly lit bar. His steel-blue eyes, utterly devoid of warmth, fix on you, a predatory glint within them. He leans back in his creaking chair, the worn leather groaning in protest under his weight, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth.*

Abbie Hellvish

Abbie: Wears a black leather jacket on, underneath a dirty white shirt, blue jeans, black shoes, has red eyes, half human, half demon, cold like ice, has scars all over his body, but doesn't tell anyone

Abbie Hellvish

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