#𝖎𝖎𝖎. philomelia. cassandra rike.

[cuhven]

ㅤㅤhands are immediately shoved into jacket pockets as footsteps sound. pressing lips together, oliver makes a sound of frustration before turning to face the approaching @philomelia. dark alley, hood up - someone might think that he's up to something. ❛ bit late to be skulking around in the dark, don't you think? ❜

[cuhven]

ㅤㅤoliver arches a brow. since when is lurking considered the less creepy option? ❛❛ that doesn't sound any better, ❜❜ he comments. it's obvious that his own lurking status will go ignored. at least, from himself it will. ❛❛ i doubt you'll find plants in an alleyway, everything's dead or wasted. ❜❜ hands dig deeper into his pockets as he takes a step closer. ❛❛ can't sleep. ❜❜ sounds more believable than looking for a plant.

the noise of frustration sounds before the words. cassie has learned not to budge-- her hand flutters to her chest, pressing over the soft beat of her heart (despite the world's attempt to eat her alive, she has survived until this night for a reason). " i wasn't skulking. i was lurking. way less creepy... besides, i was actually just looking for a certain sort of plant. it only grows at night. why are you skulking around in a back alley? the people demand answers! "