Sleepless Nights (Open to Eden and Whisper)

Silent · Silent Howls

Sleepless Nights (Open to Eden and Whisper)

Whisper · follow the whispers in the dark

Whisper Bebadora LaRue sat with hands pressed to her knees which rested on the glass case of their store. Pert rear resting on the soles of her tube socked covered feet. A petite thing of five foot four inches. She weighed nearly next to nothing. The glass would never protest with her sitting on it. Combat GI Joe hot pant shorts cutting across her thighs and hugging tight across her rear. The bottoms of her cheeks exposed only to the guns underneath the case. Wife beater made for a boy covered her upper body. The same camo design for the shirt as well. She watched Eden carefully. Every moment of the vampire was like an unspoken tale in a story she was not the type to sit and tell. Even so Whisper hung on every unspoken word. A smile spread wide over her lips when she felt the brush of those fingers across her neck in possession. It amused her the way so many already were reacting to them. It was hard not to when Eden just seemed to command attention.

Whisper giggled sweetly, a deadly sound if they knew what she was capable of. Tiny, sweet looking with large eyes. The depths of those eyes were purple with flakes of pure silver. As if stars were forever captured within the depths of a velvet violet sky. Instantly eyes shifted to the world outside. Seeing the night falling around the store's front. Edges of her eyes narrowed only just slightly. She was of the dark. The night was her domain. She was Whisper. Princess of the Host, wielder of the hand of Shadows and the caller of all things that would give even the devil nightmares. Eden was her own force, a mistress between worlds. Whisper was one as well. She knew the light as well as the dark.

The kiss to her upturned face, the lips landing on her forehead before Eden walked away. The woman knowing that Whisper was perfectly capable of handling anything that came their way. A sneak peek at Eden's back side, a little sigh. Eyes returned to the woman peeking through the window. Hands fell to her boyish hips.

"Are you going to stand there looking like a stalker all night?"

Her voice was a blend of musical notes and the innocence of a child. Pressing palms to the glass, not a creak of sounds or a protest of her actions. Whisper could walk upon the thin sheet of glass without it ever breaking or a hint of a threat of it cracking. Limbs extending as she let socked feet touch the ground underneath. The walk was something sexy, sassy and more of a jungle cat. If Whisper had been a lycanthrope she might have been a cheetah. Slim, fast and sleak.

The stride to the window she would bend at the waist pressing nose to glass as if saying: Yes? Pulling back with a brow arching high on her head.

"I don't share well with strangers. I don't care what kind of candy you offer."

She was talking to the woman, opening the door. Traspassing was not allowed. One hand rested on her hips still the other leaning across the door as if she was six foot something instead of five foot four. A sigh crossed her lips looking at the dread locked woman with this 'I'm bored' expression on her doll features.

"So what do want?"

Silent · Silent Howls

" I uhh.."

Silent would look down...Talk about being forced to feel like a peeping tom. Tri colored hues would follow the woman she came in search of leave.

"fuck. Wheres she going!"

Was there a pout in her voice? Perhaps she had spent most of the night searching for the woman...The smaller woman..She was like a little china doll...Damn the glass being between them...Silent wanted nothing more then smell the woman...See what she was..If she was as unusual as the woman who was just with her. Silent really wasnt thinking when she kicked the wall..

Not paying attention to the smaller woman. At least until the woman had her nose pressed against the glass...And well Silent found herself unable to control the urge to laugh...Lack of sleep or maybe she was truely loosing grip..Loosing any shread of sanity she had left...She didnt have a explaination. And the words that followed made things worse...Share? What did that woman have that silent wanted to share?Gasping for breath some she would shake her head.

" No candy..Or sharing for the matter...That woman. Who is she? Im sorry..I didnt mean to laugh...I havent slept in a few days. Or maybe its weeks. The woman who was with you..I need to know who she is. I uhh"

Silent looked to the ground you what Sil? You stalked her down here? Your a damn monster in this city and you hunted her like some kind of prey?Why do you need her?Or to know her? What are you to tell this woman? Not a damn think..Not yet.

"I think what I want would seem insane."

The swamp wolf pacing wanting to run towards the unsual wolf. It felt the need to know just as much as its keeper what that woman was...And well why she saved them.

Whisper · follow the whispers in the dark

"Uh huh..."

Sarcastic much? Defiantly. Whatever the woman wanted with Eden, she didn't know how to say it, and personally Whisper wasn't about to jump at the chance to play decoder either. Standing there, with the same expression on her face. Brow quirked just a little on her face, giving a mini version of that 'people's eye brow' that had been made famous by some has-been wrestler. One foot slide across the clean floor to cross ankles. Leaning against the door, hand on hip, ankles crossed. Whisper looked as if she could stand there for hours or days. Completely relaxed in her stance.

A roll of her violet silver speckled eyes with what piss poor explanation the woman was trying to give Whisper. Really now, were all these lycanthropes that slow? Lack of sleep? Eh. A glance to where Eden had disappeared to. Out of the building more than likely. Whisper would know after she come back from where ever it was she went.

"She has better things to do that to sit and chit chat with everyone that chases her tail."

And that there Whisper made a funny. Lips rolled upwards in a smile, then a giggle pierced through what little silence there was. She was after all Fae. They were just a tricky bunch. Eyes turned back tot eh lycanthrope woman. The smells around the place where of Eden mostly. Whisper didn't have scent. Not the kind that you can pin point down to a flower or even a perfume. She was of the dark. Of the host and of nightmares. She smelled of nothing, and smelled of the night. Depending on who or what a person was the smell was different. To some she could smell sweet to others well... hm. They never really lived to tell the tale.

"I'll put on my receptionist hat, and you can try to give me a message. Unless your tongue is far to tied to speak correctly. If that's the case your welcome to leave a name and number on a piece of paper and we'll get back to you when we're not ass deep in guns and ammo."