Who: Briseis & Thomas Raith What:Thomas is really finding something to eat this time. No, Briseis is dinner. Where: The bakery When: Now Warnings | Status: High. Really high, for sex | In progress
Well, it had been a productive few days to say the least. Thomas had discovered his brother twice over, fed once, and got himself included in a beach party. A party Thomas had agreed he wouldn't use to snack on others. That would be annoying and amusing at once, but .. well, Harry wouldn't be pleased either way so Thomas discarded the thoughts altogether and crafted his face into the carefully cultivated mask of casual grace, and good humor. He stepped into the bakery, eyes darting up to the bell that jingled to alert the woman of his presence. He stepped up to the counter gracefully and flashed her a winning smile.
A second nature smile.
"Good afternoon," he said lightly, his grey eyes passing over her features. She had a sweet face, very kind eyes, and blonde hair so light it reminded him of Justine. But he pushed away thoughts of her and focused instead on what he'd come for. His Hunger was sated, the Demon was quiet and he held himself under tight control. But that would not cease the glamor, or the attraction. He'd often been described as the chiseled, Greek God from the classical tales, or a work of Michelangelo himself.
He stood just away from the counter though, to keep a good distance between them as he'd once been hard pressed to deny a woman from the other side.