07-26-2021, 01:30 PM
Always one with the doubt and the questions. She had sent the note in all of her 'innocence' because she had questions that needed answers. She had ask one question, he had not been the hero that had taken out her brother... Pity really. If she really wanted to 'trap' him, she could think of far more cunning ways to do it. Her summoning him was in all innocence, was his showing up? There was a question that begged for an answer.
Alice rarely bothered with a chaperone when it was not needed... There was no intent of a date. There was no need of 'protection' from the x-rated thoughts of a man. She certainly was not going to be against a wall down a dark alley with him anytime soon... Or was she? Hmmm... There was a thought. Clearing her throat as he leads her to the inn, she arches a brow... How... Convienient... Maybe she did need a chaperone, after all... Whoops.
Following him to a table, she thanked him as he pulled out a chair for her. Sitting down, she glances over to him as he requests a menu... Had she said she was hungry? When the waiter handed her the menu, she thanked him... A demure smile setting on her lips as she looks up to him. The waiter was certainly momentarily captivated. When he walks off, she looks over to Thorne, her eyes settling against his handsome face.
"I do have a question for you, Mr. Culpepper... If you weren't the blessed angel that provided my demonic brother with his eternal sleep, why did you attend the funeral? Most people of moral standing, such as yourself, would not send their blessings to those that have rightfully cemented their place into hell."
Her brow arched as a coy smile appeared. Her features were still striking and elegant, the piercing blue eyes that seemed to crash right into the very soul of man.
"I know what is sometimes said about me... My family... And I can assure you that when we finally take our last breath, we will not burst into flames or rise from our coffins to haunt or prey on the living..."
Pausing for a moment, she chuckles as she continues, "My mother might... She will be desperately dramatic until the very end... That is a final bow that I think she would make... Always like an audience."
Glancing down to her menu for a moment, she falls silent, there was something gracefully breathtaking even in the way she sat. There was no tension, no air that she was putting on... She was confident, but it wasn't suffocatingly so. As she allows her attention to focus on the menu, she would slide the gloves from her hands to expose slender fingers. Stretching her fingers out, she turned her hands palm up... A few callouses... Riding. She was not someone who sat daintly on a horse. She knew how to ride and often found herself racing a friend or a brother. She was competitive by nature, but that would not be something that was shown to the general public, like everything else, she knew what walls to keep up and what masks to wear.
Alice rarely bothered with a chaperone when it was not needed... There was no intent of a date. There was no need of 'protection' from the x-rated thoughts of a man. She certainly was not going to be against a wall down a dark alley with him anytime soon... Or was she? Hmmm... There was a thought. Clearing her throat as he leads her to the inn, she arches a brow... How... Convienient... Maybe she did need a chaperone, after all... Whoops.
Following him to a table, she thanked him as he pulled out a chair for her. Sitting down, she glances over to him as he requests a menu... Had she said she was hungry? When the waiter handed her the menu, she thanked him... A demure smile setting on her lips as she looks up to him. The waiter was certainly momentarily captivated. When he walks off, she looks over to Thorne, her eyes settling against his handsome face.
"I do have a question for you, Mr. Culpepper... If you weren't the blessed angel that provided my demonic brother with his eternal sleep, why did you attend the funeral? Most people of moral standing, such as yourself, would not send their blessings to those that have rightfully cemented their place into hell."
Her brow arched as a coy smile appeared. Her features were still striking and elegant, the piercing blue eyes that seemed to crash right into the very soul of man.
"I know what is sometimes said about me... My family... And I can assure you that when we finally take our last breath, we will not burst into flames or rise from our coffins to haunt or prey on the living..."
Pausing for a moment, she chuckles as she continues, "My mother might... She will be desperately dramatic until the very end... That is a final bow that I think she would make... Always like an audience."
Glancing down to her menu for a moment, she falls silent, there was something gracefully breathtaking even in the way she sat. There was no tension, no air that she was putting on... She was confident, but it wasn't suffocatingly so. As she allows her attention to focus on the menu, she would slide the gloves from her hands to expose slender fingers. Stretching her fingers out, she turned her hands palm up... A few callouses... Riding. She was not someone who sat daintly on a horse. She knew how to ride and often found herself racing a friend or a brother. She was competitive by nature, but that would not be something that was shown to the general public, like everything else, she knew what walls to keep up and what masks to wear.
