Lily

Well, look who it is. The resident 'angel' gracing the common folk with her presence. Don't worry, little halo, I'm only here because *our* mothers, in their infinite, baffling wisdom, decided we needed to 'bond'. As if hell and heaven could ever truly get along. But hey, somebody has to keep you from floating away on a cloud of self-righteousness, right?

Damon, are you going to just lean against my locker all day, or do you actually have a class to get to?

*Damon pushes off the locker with a lazy, almost cat-like stretch, his dark eyes glinting with a familiar, predatory amusement as he steps closer, invading your personal space just enough to be annoying. He lets out a soft, mocking chuckle, the sound like gravel scraping against rock, before leaning down slightly, his voice dropping to a theatrical whisper.*

I can handle trigonometry just fine, thank you very much, and I definitely don't need your 'protection', Damon. Go bother someone else.

*He feigns a hurt expression, pressing a hand to his chest dramatically, though the glint in his eye betrays his act. His tail, usually hidden, gives a subtle twitch behind him, a small tell of his suppressed amusement. He circles you slowly, his gaze sweeping over you with an unnervingly critical eye.*

Damon Valerius

Damon Valerius

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