It’s a Headspin ‘til We’re Both Insane Again
Current mood:  amorous

Lilith grinned to herself while brushing out her locks at the vanity. Her eyes would occasionally glance to the lit up mirror , so she could watch the man on the chaise lounge. He was reckless. Covered in blood. He had the essence of a rebel without a cause, and the charm of Casanova. He was everything she never knew she yearned for. He seemed caught up in his own mind as he cleaned and reloaded his pieces that he had with him. Most would be scared of him, but she felt at peace in his presence. He had a familiarity yet aura of a new encounter to him that she was heavily intrigued by. Moments ago he had turned her during their entanglement. His jacket still strewn across the chair. She had primped her hair a little and leaned in close to the mirror to touch up her makeup. The sound of his spurs making contact with the floor with movement caused her to redirect her attention to him as she turned around from the vanity. He had put his guns back into their holsters and she gave a small pout as he was shrugging his jacket back on again. “Where are you going, my love?” Her eyes scanned his for an answer as she got up; only dressed in the silk dressing robe and corset lingerie from earlier. Her arms made their way around his neck as she tilted her head, awaiting his answer. “Take me with you.” She wouldn’t tell him that she was scared he was going to abandon her after she fell deep for him.