#meryem x raphael: chat

[daemxnium]

for: raphael ekker / @midnightmadncss​

“And what are you supposed to be?” Meryem drew the words out, toying with the length of the syllables as she dropped them like glass from above. She imagined that he’d flinch when they fell upon the width of his shoulder, needling into the skin before he could move away from her. She was a witch, regardless of how she dressed tonight— and her wicked actions could have made her cackle like a cartoon one. Her head canted, and she studied the curls and the uncertain expression upon the face of her chosen company; or victim, deciding him to be undeniably human. “Don’t you know that there’s awful things out tonight?” He was taller than she, but her bravado made her feel as though she stood at seven feet. “You look like the sort to be scared of what goes bump in the night.”