#the angel's kiss ... canon / verse01 / manhattan

[carbondated]

Perhaps last night had ended in one too many manhattan's Every sound seemed amplified a hundred times, the chiming of cutlery clinking against the sides of plates, the clink! of a glass of orange juice as it moved across the table behind her. Suffice to say, New York's most unorthodox P.I was having a day. She was so fixated on blocking out the sounds around her, that she barely heard the question the first time. ❝ hmm? ❞ It took her a second to process it, her gaze travelling from the woman to the photo clipped onto the top of the manilla folder she was holding. Slowly, River moved to unclip the photo, ❝ you've seen this person before? ❞

@clochanam ❤'d // accepting

[carbondated]

A friendly resident vampire. Alright. That was a new gimmick. Not quite the amphibious fish aliens her mother had warned her about, but beggars couldn't be choosers. ❝ ... Lucky I'm not entirely human than. ❞ Her best smile most winning smile was on full display. ❝ maybe we can come up with an arrangement ... one non-human to another. ❞

@carbondated

" you've got the wrong vampire. " he's still coming to terms with his soul, feeling guilt for all he's done, so he doubts he really has the right to feel offended at being accused of killing. something he's done countless times before. not this time. " if you're even smart enough to know that you're looking for one, that is. no human could do that. "