Contract 7 [Action]

[servessithis]

[As is typical for Vicente, he's out at night, about an hour after the sun has gone down. He's in a secluded area of the park, cloak drawn tight and appears to be waiting for someone.]

Dear Angua, are you here?

[OOC: Vicente and Angua are stuck in a supernatural Romeo and Juliet story, with vampires and werewolves.]

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[badhairlifetime.livejournal.com]

She lightly exhaled. "I suppose that we must. We should enjoy our time while we have it."

[servessithis.livejournal.com]

"Indeed we must." He released her hands, but only to sit down at the base of a tree, patting the spot next to him and inviting her to sit with him.

[badhairlifetime.livejournal.com]

Sitting down right at the base of a tree is not exactly something she'd normally do, considering the other side of herself knows what goes on there all too well, but she is cursed, after all.

As soon as she settles down next to him, she grabs his hand again, shifting her body close.

[servessithis.livejournal.com]

Vicente shifts back, leaning his skinny-yet-muscled body against her's. Somehow the fact that she has the faint smell of wolf hair on her even while human doesn't bother him. In fact, to him, it just makes her more exotic.

[badhairlifetime.livejournal.com]

She, too, has grown accustomed to his scent; his is slightly more of an orange-baritone than most of the rest of his family. Even though she'd grown up to despise it, she finds that it no longer is so harsh on her nose. And that's important to werewolves.