He watched her pull the sword of her back. “You really should be careful with that thing, you might hurt yourself babe. You said you would tell me what you are.. so I’m not leaving here until you tell me. Deal is a deal babe. So come one, what are you? Plus you really can’t hurt me.” He said with a smirk and took a step closer to her.
"Joke’s on you, bitch. I don’t know what the fuck I am." She gave a devilish smirk, stepping back as he moved forward. "And I could hurt you if I fuckin’ wanted to. I’m not some dainty little slut."
: +the-bad-boy-salvatore →
He watched her pull out her guns and began to fire at the creatures. They soon fell he looked around and it was just him and her there. He noticed the sword appear on her back. “What am I.. how about you tell me what the hell you are and what…
"What I am isn’t any of your damn business." She hissed, stepping back and pulling the sword, Rebellion, off her back. "Now fuck off."
As Connor continued to follow Dianthe, he took in her brief story. She was…orphaned as well. ”I was raised briefly by my mother in a village on the outskirts of Boston. But when I was four…a man named Charles Lee attacked my village and left it burning…the fire killed my mother. When I got older, I set off to become an Assassin…in order to ensure something like that never happens to anyone again. And to get my revenge on Lee.” Finally the pair arrived at their destination. It was a loud and bright place, the likes of which Connor had never seen before.
Rolling her shoulders a bit, Dianthe strolled into the club, grinning confidantly. After all, she had been in the same place twenty times, usually taking one or two men home with her. As she walked about, passers by waved and smiled at her. It was practically home.
(Source: daughter-of-sparda, via howling-holidays)
He watched her pull out her guns and began to fire at the creatures. They soon fell he looked around and it was just him and her there. He noticed the sword appear on her back. “What am I.. how about you tell me what the hell you are and what the hell those things were? Warning though if you try anything stupid I’ll be you’re worst nightmare.” He said in a dark voice. He didn’t know this girl and he had no reason to hurt her, but after what he just saw he was not taking any chances.
Dianthe snorted, her hands balling into fists. “Listen bitch. I asked you first. Now fuckin’ answer or I’ll cut your dick off.” She hissed, eyes narrowing. Sure, she was shorter than him and a bit more petite, but the Nephilim sure as hell could pack a punch. “Answer and I’ll fuckin’ tell you.”
Anyone wanna take Dianthe to Tumblr Prom?
She’s lonely ;w;