He shoots her a dull sort of stare when she teases him. Her words aren’t enough to warrant punishment, he knows she doesn’t hold true to them. But his gaze is enough to warn her he’s not the sort to enjoy these sort of power plays. “Uneventful,” he replies, his tone low and quiet, he had been doing work most of the dark, shifting through the Dominion and keeping everyone in check. There wasn’t anything interesting to be found in paperwork and scared secretaries. “I take it you kept yourself busy?” His palms skim her thighs, coming to a rest upon her warm flesh.
Roslyn was hoping to catch him in a good mood but that didn’t seem to be the case at this particular point in time. Her smiles dwindled down into a softer one, the corners of her eyes crinkling with a bit of disdain for his work. It kept her from seeing him often and it took its toll as well. A hum was given in response, her wandering fingers were not interrupted so she continued to trace his chest. Ways to relax her master were being sorted through her mind in such depth that she almost missed his question. “I have, your gift keeps me occupied and so does Cat.” Again she smiled, plagued with a rather oddly happy mood. “Will you take a bath with me? Helps relax.”
"That request sounds dangerously similar to a command, careful, my dear," he coldly says, yet he does not intend for it to sound cold. Casually be moves to her bed, sitting down, removing his shoes before he relaxes back onto the mattress.
"I would never”, she breaths out rather lightly testing the waters. His tone was just as chilled as his skin, but eventually Darius sunk back into the mattress and pulled a grin onto Roslyn’s lips. Over to him she crawls before straddling his waist delicate hands pressing against his chest. “How are you today?”
"Lay with me?"
“Perfect is very boring, and if you happen to have a different look, that’s a celebration of human nature, I think. If we were all symmetrical and perfect, life would be very dull.”
How could you tell me that I’m great
When they chew me up, spit me out, pissed on me?
Why would you tell me that it’s fate
When they laughed at me, e v e r y d a y, in my face?
Madeline stood, frozen under the heavy gaze now set on her, and continued to watch the girl. Curious, she looked around, attempting to find whatever it was that Roslyn was looking at, yet found nothing but a vacant park. Nodding to herself, Maddie took another step back, thinking it best to leave the other to whatever it was that troubled her.
"I wouldn’t step there if I were you", she called out calmly, eyes shifting back to the girl that was retreating. One more step and she’d run right into one of the creatures that looked more than willing to welcome her into its chilly and demented embrace.
When the transformation was complete, the wolf stayed still momentarily as it tried to figure out his surroundings. Remembering about the girl, Wesley shifted it’s attention to her and saw that she was on the ground. He approached her, tempted by his thirst for blood.
With her head cocked to the side and a morbid curiosity far more potent than fear, Roslyn remained still on the ground. Once there was Wesley, now there was a wolf inching closer, moonlight catching in its fur. In normal humans warning signs would flash brightly in their minds, but her wiring was far different so the girl merely sat, no sudden movements made. “Wesley?”