they won't stop buying your smile, they won't stop

[riacat]

[This is a thread for everyone. I tried to create it in a way so that all species can sort of fit in, as well as all classes, since the invites are easy to get a hold of. (:]

Mozart was gleefully bouncing off the walls of the tiny apartment that I've lived in for the more important half of my life. I couldn't believe how many things I had managed to stuff into such a small place, but at the same time, my place looked glorious. Everything was practically an antique, in a way I was blessed to get my hands on any of this. After all, not many humans were as lucky as I was. I had been left with so much money I hardly needed to step foot out of my apartment to work. But, it was a way to kill time and so I spent 9-5 working my ass off. I couldn't tell you how long I've been pacing around my apartment, filing thru my collection to see if there was anything at all I'd be interested in selling. But I enjoyed all of it too much. But after tonight, I figured I'd be coming back here with so many new things I'd be forced into finding a new home for the older pieces.

I think it was earlier on in the week when Sam was gloating about his massive collection, but I couldn't pin point the day if my life depended on it. Sam is the owner of this little antique shop down in the business district, which is really just a cover for the huge import/export business he is illegally running. Then again, I don't really believe he's in charge of everything, he's a human, like me. Someone is pulling the strings. Either way I spend a lot of my free time there, browsing thru the collection. I'm probably a pretty good customer. But, not that good, if I had more money I'd most definately be the best.

It doesn't really matter, Sam was telling me about this party of sorts that some 'friends' of his have every so often. I'm willing to bet by friends he means his boss, but I'd never say that to his face, I'd hate to get banned or something silly like that. Anyway, he was telling me about how all these huge import/export dealers get together and there's a lot of furniture that I'd probably love to get a hold of, so at some point the conversation turned into an invitation. I'm not sure why I'm re-running everything in my head, but a part of be is just begging to go. The only thing is, he warned me that not all of the people there were into the furniture business. I don't really know what to think of it, but I can only imagine some of the stuff that could be going on down there. The other little warning was that humans weren't the most common thing on the guestlist, or particularly enjoyed. He assured me that the...people...that were going to show up weren't at all going to care about that little part, it was all business.

So, here I am, done looking thru all of the stuff, finally in my bedroom, clawing thru my closest for something appropriate to wear. I don't understand why I'm doing this, my brain is telling my furniture is far from worth it. But what risk have I ever taken? Who knows, maybe I'll come out with a few friends. I scoffed, shaking my head as I pulled out a simple little black dress. I'm pretty sure he said something about it being formal. After a few more minutes I managed to pull out the heels I had bought for it over a year ago, I knew they still fit but sat on my bed to try them on, just in case.

30 minutes later, I'm sitting in front of the mirror, applying the finishing touches to my make-up and hair, happy to have all of that out of the way. I don't look too glamorous, so I won't stick out, but I don't look too plain either. Perfect, the last thing I want to do is draw attention to myself or look as if I demand a certain air of respect. 5 more minutes and I'm walking out of my apartment and getting into my old car. I almost feel nervous driving it, its sat there for God only knows how long. I normally walk everywhere.

15 more minutes.

I'm a few blocks away, walking toward the entrance, I dig thru my purse for some silly piece of paper Sam handed off to me. I wasn't going to get in without it, but if I lost it he told me it was pretty easy to get a hold of one. My stomach felt atrocious, it was a surprise I wasn't shaking. It looked like a hollywood party, I swear. There was a guard at the gate, complete with the little red rope to block people from getting in. It was definately some sort of restaurant that had perhaps been closed to those who considered dining that evening. I hurriedly handed him the paper and he let me in without hesitation. I took a deep breath of relief before walking in.

[ichabod]

Ichabod was dressed to the nines in his penguin suit and rather uncomfortable. Sure; he was an antique buff; that was why - and how - he had received an invitation - but this truly wasn't his scene. An acquaintance of an acquaintance of a friend had given him the slip of paper and told him where to be; how to dress, and to be on his best behavior. The last bit was a tad unwarranted; Ichabod had no behavior but 'best' behavior -- he was a rather polite individual, and usually refrained from eating those he shared interests with.. although he was the first to finish a fight should one arise. He had passed on an invitation to Alvan, a dear friend from "back in the day" as well - though whether Alvan owned a suit or intended on showing was still yet to be seen. Idle fingers adjusted his suit jacket, fiddled with his tie; he took to rotating his neck about while pulling on his collar to feel slightly less claustrophobic. His neck cracked, and listening to the satisfied little pops that resounded from within seemed to calm his slightly frayed nerves. He enjoyed crowds; but this was mixed company, and he wasn't sure where his odds stood. This could be one big fat trap.

Shaking it off, he moved from his post by the door - he tended to enjoy being near an exit - to an area near the refreshment table, picking idly at the massive green olives on the tiny toothpicks. They were less than filling; and to be honest, he had a hunger that would not be sated at a soirée of this nature. Having been clapped on the back several dozen times by one already toasted fellow - a quick sniff said probably 'just' human - he moved away from the refreshments again, a nasty sort of grimace tattooed on his face as he struggled to restrain his temper. "Some people shouldn't drink." He growled to nobody in particular, turning to survey the crowd of Import-Exporters. A sophisticated lot, he decided. All dressed nicely, well groomed, well manicured. He wouldn't be surprised if a third of the population were Vampire, given the complexions.. although he himself was a lighter shade of pale, and he reminded himself to avoid snap judgments. Perhaps an eighth of the group here looked to be human - if that, they seemed to be a rather rare commodity, what with the hunting and the torture and the feedings.. and the rest seemed to be like himself. The controlling populous. But he could be off, of course. His senses of sight, taste and smell were positively lousy when he wasn't in wolf form.

It wouldn't be too terribly long now before the various sheets, casings and wraps would be lifted to allow everyone to peruse the merchandise; this was the part he actually looked forward to. His apartment was barren, and that furniture which he did have was easily twenty years old and probably previously housed at some Swedish multi-assembly store like IKEA, a fixture back in the early '00s. Not worth the particle board it was made out of, really. A waiter passed and he swiped a brimming Bloody Mary off the tray, crunching into the celery stick and giving him a solidly unabashed look when the young man glared at the Werewolf reproachfully. Free drinks, who cares who it belongs to? Mine now. He shrugged at the unspoken thought, guzzling the tangy mixer with mild amusement. A small, boyish smile lit his face as the waiter turned to stomp back to the bar in disgust, chuckling roughly. Ah. They were such fun. He truly did love the human species.

At the stirring toward the front of the hall, he raised his head to watch the goings-on, listening keenly for whatever was next to come. Picking a relatively harmless - and sober looking - individual to stand beside, his towering height easily made him the sore thumb of the audience; though he looked completely and entirely unawares that he was anything out of the ordinary. Nudging the person beside him with one large elbow, he stooped slightly to whisper; "Now what's going on?"

[riacat]

(I will now switch to third person. -magic-).

The relief that had spread over Amelia seemed to be flooded out of her system the second she had passed thru the little velvet red rope and found herself in the middle of a room with a surprisingly large amount of people. She didn't allow the surprise to take over her features, figuring it would be best to act casual, as if attending an event with several species -- some of which would probably enjoy her for dinner -- was no big deal. Instead of stopping dead in her tracks, she allowed herself to continue moving forward as if she knew exactly where she was headed. Although, in reality she was anxious to find the first excuse to keep her rooted in one spot.

Brown eyes swooped over the place, wavering from one side of the room to the next, desperate to avoid contact with any other's searching optics. In the short distance of a couple feet that she had covered (which felt a lot farther), Amelia decided to carry herself straight to the refreshments, almost expecting -- well, she didn't really know what to expect at the table. None of the horror movie ideas that ran thru her head seemed to come true as she picked up a little cheese cube and twirled it absent-mindedly, scoping out the place once again.

She couldn't keep this nervousness up if she actually wanted to enjoy the evening, and the solution to end it was a couple feet away. The bar, she smiled, scampering over to undoubtedly order some girly thing to keep her busy until the show-casing began. That girly thing happened to be a Cosmopolitan, which was delivered to her rather swiftly. Next thing she knew she had wondered a little closer to where the event would begin, nibbling lightly on her little lime wedge.

Amelia was so occupied she didn't even notice -- or care -- when people passed her or stood near her. That is, until she was nudged. Immedietly, she removed the lime from her mouth and looked next to her, extremely surprised and perhaps a little dumbfounded that anyone had bothered to talk to her.

"Uh, I think they're about to start auctioning... maybe, I've never been to one of these before." She explained, ending with a small nervous laugh, which she hoped didn't betray the calmness she was trying to portray.

[ichabod]

"Ah. I see." Flashing her a slightly sadistic smile - was there any other smile a werewolf could flash? - he shrugged, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck before standing upright again and drawing himself to the entire height granted to him by nature - six-foot-five and not an inch below it or above it. "To tell you the truth ma'am, me neither. This is all fairly new to me." His voice, low and deep, carried well despite the murmuring of the crowd; which was rather considerable.

Taking note of her drink with a quick sniff, he flagged down the nearest waiter, snatching another brimming bloody mary and equally as girly drink - Cosmo, it was? - off the tray poste haste. Another? Handing her the refill politely, he again looked to the front of the room where action was beginning to occur. Wrappings were removed, beautiful furniture revealed with flourish. The crowd surged forward - someone knocking abruptly into Ichabod, and he growled in response - to peruse the merchandise. No doubt now there would be a viewing period and then the actual calling would begin. Sighing heavily, the tall individual hung back. No sense in fighting his way to the front, may as well wait until everyone had satisfied their curiosity.

"Well ain't this a Bavarian clusterfuck." He quipped, stepping aside chivalrously to stand directly behind his small human neighbor - call him old fashioned, he didn't like to see ladies of any species shoved around. Seemed as if people lost all sense of manners in big enough crowds. That. Was annoying.

[riacat]

Amelia had returned her attention -- or, atleast her eyes -- back to the events that were intended to be the purpose of the event. Although, from the corner of her eye she couldn't help but notice how far he towered over her. Of course, no sooner had the thought ran thru her mind did she turn her head to listen in on his next statement. She couldn't help but smile, feeling a little more at ease knowing she wasn't the only newbie.

Still smiling she took the final sip of her cosmo, eagerly taking the refill. "Why, thank you." Amelia answered gratefully, placing her emptied glass on the tray as the waiter retreated. As she did so, Ichabod wasn't the only person to be knocked into, and Lia nearly lost her drink all over herself. Unlike Ichabod her only response was a frown, not nearly as concerned by the actions and not nearly as interested in doing something to upset any of the individuals gathered 'round.

She couldn't help but laugh at his final statement, even though she had always been one to become dramatically upset at foul language. "Never heard that one before." Lia noted, sparing a glance as he shifted before she tried to catch a glance of the merchandise. Unfortuantely, there was little to be seen thru the crowd. Being as impatient as she was, it was a surprise she could stand to wait. It was an even bigger surprise how well tempered she was being thus far.

Another sip of the cosmo was taken before she decided to be a little more talkative than she could have even expected. "By the way, what's your name? I'm Amelia."

[ichabod]

Placing his empty bloody mary on a nearby tray as it darted by, Ichabod crossed his arms sedately across his chest, leveling his thinly veiled gaze of utter annoyance at the front of the room. He was truly not a social person, and his blood sugar was running increasingly low - his patience increasingly thin. His attitude did nothing to reflect this; as he ever graciously continued the conversation with this intriguing little person. Not that she was extraordinarily little - not a dwarf or anything as tiny as that - just.. smaller than he. But wasn't anyone?

"Believe me. I've been to Bavaria. Seen the real thing. This isn't much different." He chuckled.. partially joking; but then, he truly had been to Bavaria for a few years' stint. Hovering over her shoulder as the crowd thinned around them, he stepped to the side once the danger of being run-over had passed; now that the majority of the participants had crowded to the front. "Amelia.. a lovely name. I'm Ichabod. Please.. feel free to abbreviate that any way you see fit. I've been known to answer to many different terms." Not all of them pleasant; but he failed to mention that part. A toothy grin was shot in her general direction.

Finding a gap in the throngs of people, Ichabod pointed; leaning over Amelia to do so. "There's a gap there, if you'd like to squeeze in to see the furniture. Just don't fall. I've a feeling they'd trample someone without even stopping to consider it."

[riacat]

Amelia continued to take tiny sips of her cosmopolitan, purposefully making an attempt to limit her intake. Even so, her eyes peeked over the brim of the cup to see what the situation ahead was looking like. As Ichabod began to speak again, she lowered her glass, listing her head slightly to look in his direction, while still holding it at an angle to gaze towards the crowd's point of interest.

"I'm not quite sure I'd know how to abbreviate that." She commented, followed by a shrug and a short laugh. It was true, there wasn't a single short word that came to mind that seemed fitting. Besides, she doubted she'd ever see him again after this, so what was the point? Lia waved it off, pushing her attention to the front of the room again.

Another small laugh, or scoff was allowed to pass her lips at his next statement. He was amusing, and quite frankly she hadn't expected to talk to, yet alone meet, anyone this evening. But in a way, it was delightful. It was a change, it was good for her. "I'll try my very hardest." Amelia spoke in a noticeably mocking, but playful tone. With that she started off thru the crowd, careful to limit bumping arms with anyone who she passed.

She wasn't nearly as thrilled when she thought she would be when she reached the near front of the crowd. The merchandise wasn't as precious as she imagined, but beautiful, none the less. "It has a nice style to it, I suppose..." Amelia trailed, trying to make the best of her disappointment.

[ichabod]

Watching her descend on the furniture; Ichabod couldn't hide his briefly wolfish grin, following her at a few paces to peer over the hordes of people before him. Like always; the crowd parted and he found his way to the front - they found something intimidating about someone a good foot taller than most people, always had .. it was convenient but annoying to say the least - and he settled in to peruse the merchandise. Some nice pieces; but nothing worth dealing with ridiculous amounts of people or getting into a bidding war over. "Nothing I can't live without." Story of his life. Never something he couldn't live without.

Stepping back, Ichabod once again retreated to the rear of the room, finding himself an unoccupied folding chair and folding into it - a delicate process that involved practically removing his hips and re-attaching them at his ears. He always felt a bit like a frog in a blender when knee room was limited; as it was in this situation. He bumped the chair before him, illiciting an unhappy response from the vamp seated in it, who flashed him a perturbed glare before facing forward again. Ichabod rolled his eyes, making a point to bump the chair again before settling.

Many people were still browsing and still others were retreating from the viewing, though not many made a move to leave the room. Ichabod found himself people-watching for a second - and attempting to pick Amelia back out of the crowd, which was easier than he expected it to be. She had a particular grace about her that generally humans did not.. they tended to be clutzy, depressive people with a clear sense of mortality that made them practically impossible to converse with, given that they practically reeked with fear. At one time, Ichabod had found fear a delightful scent.. a scent of the hunt, so to speak. Lately, it was repulsive. He had mostly mainstreamed, preferring to feed on animals rather than people. Truth be told, human was a gamey flesh; chewy and tough.. unless you hunted children. Ichabod shuddered at the thought - he would never - ever - hunt children.

People passed hither and thither, climbing over him and around him to be seated as well; and presently in time he thought better of his decision to stay, instead standing to saunter to the door, leaning against the doorjamb. His eyes followed the slender brunette appreciatively before he caught himself staring, his gaze jerking to the floor. He had no reason stay; so why was he? His eyes found Amelia again, a thin smile curving his narrow face. Perhaps he needed to stay.

[riacat]

Amelia kept herself occupied, giving a proper inspection to each piece of furniture in front of her. She still found herself fighting thru the crowd, although it had drastically been reduced. Even so, some people actually found this stuff worthy of their collection and were practically ripping each other's throats out for it. Well, she wasn't about to find herself in a tousle with any of these people. It surely wouldn't have been worth it. Lia couldn't help but sigh in an exaggerated moment of disappointment, yet she continued to examine a couple of lamps she had meandered over to. She had come here for the antiquities and she wasn't going to leave until she had gotten a satisfying glance of everything there was to see. Sticking to the plan; She was good for that.

So, she did just that. There was a nice little end table that actually held her attention for a couple of moments, but she decided that it wouldn't fit in with the other furniture she had neatly arranged in her home. No need to waste money on something if she wasn't absolutely convinced it was worthy. She was surprised at her own actions, really. Normally, she'd buy something and if it didn't fit she'd deal with it later. Maybe the environment was just messing with her judgement? She certainly felt a lot more uncomfortable all of a sudden.

While reviewing the merchandise, she had failed to see Ichabod leave the crowd, so it was a surprise that when she peeked around, over, under, and thru any other clearing she was unable to spot him. Feeling slightly nervous at the thought of losing the only acquaintance she had made all evening, she slowly made an attempt at leaving the crowd. Perhaps, he would be much easier to spot when she wasn't being drowned in a massive group. It was much easier to leave then it was to get in. She supposed that people were excited to have others out of their way. Well, it was fine with her. Maybe she would chat a little more with Ichabod and then call it a night. This would probably be the last time she'd accept an invitation to an event such as this.

Those bright brown eyes of her swept over the room, having a little trouble finding Ichabod at first. Of course, it was because she was looking for one of the tallest people in the room. Just when she considered the thought that he may have left she noticed him sitting... sort of. Amelia headed off in that direction immedietly, doing little to the hide the smile on her lips. "Well, that can't be very comfortable." She teased, planting herself on a chair near him. "Merchandise not worth your while, either, I suppose?" Lia assumed, crossing her legs and placing her hands in her lap, a classy gesture, nothing less to be expected.

[ichabod]

Ichabod's smile grew as she approached again, finding himself pleased that she sought him out. Of course; given that she had really only spoken to him since entering the establishment, obviously one would gravitate toward the familiar - it really didn't mean she enjoyed his company or found him likable in any way. Sweeping a hand away from his body in a please, make yourself comfortable gesture, he shook his head in answer to both queries.

"Not at all what I expected in a town full of supernaturals; I'll say that much. I'll stick with my IKEA sofa." He chuckled, glancing at his folded figure for a second before glancing back up at Amelia. Seems this night wasn't an entire bust, and although not what he had anticipated; enjoyable nonetheless. Studying her for a moment, Ichabod paused before extracting himself, holding a hand out to help her up in polite, gentlemanly fashion. He was nothing if not polite. "Would you like to take a walk? I'm beginning to feel a bit claustrophobic in here."

It was true; he was - although it was also a ploy to get out of the crowd where he could concentrate a bit better on this creature before him. He had no edible intentions - well, not the usual edible variety at least - and he was indeed hoping she didn't suddenly become fearful; if she even suspected he was a wolf. The thought dawned on him like a sobering bucket of water - he stumbled over his next sentence. "We can stay in well-lit, populated places. I'm not.. I mean... I don't.. " He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face and pinching the bridge of his nose. "I don't want you to think I'm going to hurt you; I just enjoy your company."

Way to fudge that one, Ichy. His face burned as he directed his stare to the floor, suddenly shy. He felt his pores widen and goosebumps form. If he kept this up, within a few hours he'd be shedding out large handfuls of hair.. and when he shifted again, he'd be naked as a jaybird. A shaved puppy. How embarrassing.. that shed-while-stressed response was really beginning to irk the shit out of him.

[riacat]

She couldn't help but laugh at his IKEA reference, although she did linger a little too long on the idea of whether or not he was being serious. IKEA furniture? Sure, it looked lovely, but when it came down to it was nothing more than twigs. Only good old - very old - fashioned items were worth it. At least, in her opinion they were the only items worth her time and money, of course. The supernatural bit of the sentence she chose to ignore, it not being her favorite topic. If anything, it made her a little nervous.

Amelia took his hand, pulling herself up to stand in an obvious gesture that accepted the invitation. Of course, when he went off and began rambling, she was confused and made an attempt at pushing his words into a sentence that she could understand. When it finally dawned on her, she was quiet for several seconds, studying him curiously. "You mean... you're not... uh, uhm..." Lia paused once more, giving herself a second to think of something that would make sense, without being too rude. "Human?" She whispered, looking around as if she didn't want anyone to know what they were talking about.

Truth be told, she was a little startled at the idea, and to top it off, a little scared as well. She had been talking with a non-human all evening and didn't even know it! And now he wanted to go on a walk? It was a little nerve-racking, most definately. However, her nervousness began to slowly subside when she noticed the shyness that radiated from him after the previously mentioned. His intentions seemed innocent enough and she certainly didn't feel threatened. The whole 'fight or flight' reaction never kicked in, at least. "Oh, well. Of course, I'd love to." Amelia said, her sentence a little hesitant. She tried to push aside the idea of his species, although she was still curious as to which species he was and of course how it was so easy for them to tell that she was a human.

[ichabod]

A bright and cheered smile sprang to his features as he stepped aside, less than gently making a path in front of them. He noted her nerved expression - apparently she hadn't guessed of his species; seemed humans weren't equipped with that marvelous sense of smell. He frowned slightly, his hand finding the small of her back to guide her gently out the door and away from the fray. He spoke lowly, to avoid being overheard; leaning in closer.

"No.. I'm not. I'm afraid the vast majority in there were not, either. I thought you knew." He relinquished the touch, his palm returning to clasp his other hand politely behind his back. "I promise you, I mean no harm. You're genuinely an interesting person." He shrugged his shoulders as they headed down the driveway, straightening to his full height as they strolled in the darkness. There were some benefits to having an unnatural, undead, or supernatural companion of course - or so it would seem, as he surveyed it from one who knew the benefits. Safety, of course. It was hard to be eaten when you had another predator with you; and even better, the smell lingered with humans and tended to mask their true scent after they had spent much time with an Other. Usually this was noticed of Vampires and their blood donors. He failed to voice any of this out loud. No need to scare the poor creature.

Besides, he'd probably never see her again now. In about five minutes she'd make an excuse about needing to get home; take a few side paths and alleys to throw him off her trail - to be sure she wasn't followed home - and he'd never pursue her. That would be that. So it always was. But she was intriguing - aside from her physical beauty, she seemed to be a unique person; and Ichabod could appreciate that. "Miss Amelia, tell me about yourself."

[riacat]

Amelia allowed herself to be guided along the path, although the small touch which would have meant nothing before, made her feel slightly uncomfortable. Ignorance was bliss, or at the very least; peace of mind. However, she found herself pleased as the crowd thinned. She never had really been one to enjoy a large crowd, so this was refreshing, even if she was strolling along side of some man of some sort of species, who more than likely had a predatory disposition of some sort. Even so, she tried to relax, it wasn't a big deal before, it shouldn't be now.

When he spoke, Amelia couldn't help but nod. "I did know, I just... I guess I didn't expect to you know, uh, meet one? I usually just keep to myself, anyway." She began, cutting herself short before she decided to go on a rant about species. At his next statement, she didn't peep a word, instead busying herself with trying to cool the warmth that flooded to her cheeks. That was a compliment, right? Not only that, but a comforting statement, she certainly had no interest in being dinner, or anything else. She shuddered at the few thoughts that did manage to slip thru her mind, but shook off the rest, returning to look over at Ichabod.

If Amelia could read minds she would have assured Ichabod that she had no intentions of running away. It seemed a goofy thing to her, really. As if she honestly believed she could slip away from someone who actually wanted to find her. Besides, he had been a lovely acquaintance all evening, she was trying her absolutely best to put the species complication aside.

"Me?" She spoke, scoffing slightly at the thought. "I assure you I'm not that interesting, I'm sure you live a much more interesting life." Amelia explained, in no way trying to be rude, but convinced that the life of a different species would be a lot more eventful than her own. Especially considering, a lot of her time, or any humans for that matter, was spent keeping a good distance from vampires and werewolves.

[ichabod]

A wry smile sprang to Ichabod as he listened to her cry off her intrigue; his hands still clasped politely behind his back as he shuffled along with her; naturally long gait shortened to keep stride with her. The last he wanted to do was to force her to hurry. This was a walk, not a race. Chuckling softly, he shook his head - despite that she likely couldn't see it in the growing gloom of nightfall. "That is entirely untrue."

It was, on both accounts. Humans were always so fascinating; everything was so different for them. Weres were different as well; but in other, vital ways. He had spent 13 years growing up believing he were human; then it all had changed at his first morph. The last eight decades had been spent as a wolf. Hide, Hunt, Move, Repeat. "Life gets boring when it lasts virtually forever." He spoke quietly; though truthfully. He would eventually die - werewolves weren't immortal - however their aging process took tremendously longer than the human one did. This was basic wolf knowledge; though he was unaware of her versing on the subject. He chose not to ask her exactly what she was thinking, staring at his feet as they moved in his ambling one-two fashion.

"I'll be honest, I'm a bit envious of you ... humans, of course; not you specifically. I've seen loved ones grow and die while I remain the same. It's emotionally disquieting. I'm sure - here - your life is spent in fear. But I know other places where humans are still the majority ruler, and supers are still... in the dark. If you'll pardon the turn of phrase." He chuckled again slightly, glancing up at the pale and silver moon for a second before returning his gaze to his feet.

[riacat]

Amelia couldn't seem to understand how her statement could be the least bit untrue, which only made her eager to hear his opinion on it. She crossed her arms over one another, not because she was cold, but rather because it was comfortable for her. She spared a few glances up at him, curious at his behavior which consisted of shoe watching. While she didn't understand, she refrained from commenting and instead just listened to what he had to say.

Surprise was something that fluttered across her face, mainly because she had never even let a thought such as those cross her mind. Lia made an educated guess that Ichabod must be a werewolf, not a vampire, by the words he used to describe his lifespan. Humans were normally kept in the dark about specifics pertaining to each race, but she at least knew a handful. Vampires were immortal, and while Werewolves might as well be, they were not.

"I'm sorry." Amelia spoke, finding that she didn't have very much to say. Of course, her life was a little fearful, but she imagined that losing so many people that were close to you must have been ten times worse. Although, she had never quite experienced it yet. Sure, she hadn't talked to her parents in God only knows how long, but Amelia had never really cared much about them to begin with. They were the only family she had ever known. But, she imagined that if she were to have people who were very close to her, she would miss them very much, especially if she had to go on living practically forever without them.