|Naamah | נעמה (naamah_) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2013-06-13 05:12:00
|Current music:||Fall Out Boy - Save Rock And Roll|
|Entry tags:||naamah, saint columba|
Who: Naamah & Saint Columba
What: Hello there, pretty Saint
When: Thursday night
Where: On the street somewhere
Warnings: Hell Queen, TBD
All things considered, things were going quite well for Naamah. Business was booming, and putting Ilise as her second-in-command had turned out to be a very smart decision, the girl was proving her value each day.
Still, sometimes she had to let the veneer of the polished businesswoman slip. Because, after all, she was a creature of Hell, and that was just how things went. So that's what she was doing this evening: prowling the streets, looking for a man, dressed to catch their attention.
She had just rounded a corner, when she felt a presence nearby that made her wince just slightly. The heavenly brigade had that effect on her, when she was feeling weaker. She looked around, spotting the man on the other side of the street. One corner of her mouth pulled up in a smirk. Normally, she avoided Saints like the plague, they were just so...righteous. But this one was just so...pretty. And she'd never had a saint before.
She crossed the street and caught up to him quickly, her four-inch heels not hindering her in the slightest. She came up beside him and slipped her arm in his, she had no concept of personal space. "You know," she began, in a conversational tone. "No one ever told me saints were so very pretty. I think I might like you lot more if you were."