Post by Aeriel Hartwell on Sept 6, 2019 0:29:07 GMT
Aeriel found herself in Nighthawks since it was one of her nights off. She was feeling slightly naked having had her guns taken off her person by Raven. The vampire was simply no fun in her opinion. She didn't go looking for trouble but it did have a tendency to find her. Her necromancy and the fact that she was Gates human servant generally kept the vampires away from her but the gun came in handy for the overly pushy human men that liked to get to handsy and didn't seem to understand the meaning of no. But then that was the problem it seemed. They didnt understand no and she used it so often that her needs were still not being met.
Since joining with Gates she had gained certain knowledge and a few of her own behaviors were no longer hers. Well more like they had exchanged a few personality traits. She was more sure of herself than she'd ever been though that could also have been attributed to her growing abilities and her own sense of security. Yeah she wouldn't lay that entirely on him but she was also stubborn that way. The way she carried herself and interacted with the opposite sex in particular had...changed. She attracted the attention even when she wasn't trying. She knew why but only because she had asked Gates what was happening. Most times she flirted without realizing it. She drew men like moth to a flame. She seduced and gave off the vibe of being untouched which of course she was. Unfortunately it had a tendency to be near fatal combo for anyone that tried anything.
And that was the thing she needed to change. She had spent the last year learning and growing and stringing herself so tightly she felt like she was going to snap. She was now 34 forever and it seemed ridiculous to hold on to that last piece of true innocence. Feeling extremely fustrasted she sat at the bar and ordered herself a stiff drink. She didnt plan on getting drunk but had no clue how to begin her search for the person she would eventually end up in bed with. She knew it was nothing more than a bit of skin but she'd spent so long holding on to it it felt like sacrilege to just hand it over to a stranger. She wondered what Gates would say if he knew what she planned on doing, he always seemed to have some sort of wisdom to impart.
Since joining with Gates she had gained certain knowledge and a few of her own behaviors were no longer hers. Well more like they had exchanged a few personality traits. She was more sure of herself than she'd ever been though that could also have been attributed to her growing abilities and her own sense of security. Yeah she wouldn't lay that entirely on him but she was also stubborn that way. The way she carried herself and interacted with the opposite sex in particular had...changed. She attracted the attention even when she wasn't trying. She knew why but only because she had asked Gates what was happening. Most times she flirted without realizing it. She drew men like moth to a flame. She seduced and gave off the vibe of being untouched which of course she was. Unfortunately it had a tendency to be near fatal combo for anyone that tried anything.
And that was the thing she needed to change. She had spent the last year learning and growing and stringing herself so tightly she felt like she was going to snap. She was now 34 forever and it seemed ridiculous to hold on to that last piece of true innocence. Feeling extremely fustrasted she sat at the bar and ordered herself a stiff drink. She didnt plan on getting drunk but had no clue how to begin her search for the person she would eventually end up in bed with. She knew it was nothing more than a bit of skin but she'd spent so long holding on to it it felt like sacrilege to just hand it over to a stranger. She wondered what Gates would say if he knew what she planned on doing, he always seemed to have some sort of wisdom to impart.
