Angelina Johnson (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} fiercebird) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} pandorarpg, |
Warrington pushed his mask back and Angie was grateful hers was still on. Perhaps then her wide-eyed gaping look might have gone a bit unnoticed. She only just managed to bite back an audible sound of appreciation, because Warrington by no means looked the same as he used to. She remembered that sloth-like cast to his features as though his face hadn't quite figured out how to form around that jaw of his. The jaw was still the same but the rest of his face had decided to surpass all expectation. Warrington was extremely attractive, and quite obviously blind.
"If you think you look the same as you did in school, Warrington, you're completely mad," Angie replied bluntly. She pushed her own mask up, once she'd gotten her expression under control. "And anyway whiskey packs a punch while hellish creatures don't let anything get in their way. Why wouldn't I mind that comparison? I'm a Harpy after all."
Then the last thing he said clicked. "You live in Wales? Where?"