Bushara Terra (like_a_ghost) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2014-06-24 10:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: ambriel triádhos, character: bushara terra, location: emerald park |
Date Night
Who: Bushara and Ambriel
What: Art Festival
Where: Camden Park
When: Wednesday Afternoon, June 25th
Bushara had truly been having to work for the angel's attention, but she had seemed to at the very least moved up from her arrival status of follower of Satan. That was something at least. Then of course the incredible time they had spent flying the night sky, her in his arms. The way he spoke to her about it now, she had a pretty good feeling that she was the only one he had done that with (or at least the only one he hadn't been trying to scare by doing it). She still wasn't sure how close she had managed to get into his confidence yet, but it felt so much nicer trying to gain someone's confidence without the plan to backstab them when her mother said so looming over her. Granted, she'd be lying if she said that trying to gain his confidence was not entirely just to be friends, or even simply to get in his pants (which she did hope she would get the opportunity to do). Honestly, she liked the challenge. Everyone else at the school had been rather easy to figure out ways to get in close with them; of course, some of them were a bit sketchier in terms of how close she would allow them to get to know her. Ambriel was a bit more difficult, especially coming from the fact that he believed her to be evil originally.
She headed for the entrance at precisely the time she and he had agreed to meet thus causing her to arrive a few minutes late on purpose. She had chosen a dress that would show plenty enough to get people to look at her, yet not nearly enough to seem as though she were a tramp in any definition of the word. She always felt as though she were royalty when she wore the golden bracelets and necklace, and that was how she looked while walking towards the angel at their meeting place. She maintained a regal walk and held her head up in a sense of pride. "My apologies for being late," she told him, even though she was simply a few minutes late she found that an apology had a tendency to soften anyone up. Sometimes it would even cause the person you are apologizing to a feeling that they should defend your actions themselves.