[center][b][u]Bael[/u][/b] - [i]Forbidden Art[/i] [/center]

Step by step, the demon made his way through the metropolitan city as if he was part of it, as if was essentially.. human. His blue eyes never ceased to stop moving from side to side, analyzing skeptically everything. These doubts... Why he was here again? When he tried to think about it, he knew why, but he couldn't find words to describe exactly the reason behind it. The boy glanced back, his eyes narrowing as he spotted a peculiar dark-haired woman; she had been following him for at least five minutes. It wasn't enough to say 'following', but in the upset eyes of the demon, everything could count as stalking, following and things like that. Taking a sudden turn, the boy entered an alleyway in order to ensure if he was being followed or his disturbed mind had been playing tricks.

It didn't took long for the woman to enter the alleyway as well; she wore a long gray coat, bottoned neatly, with the sleeves hanging freely by her side, her arms likely inside the coat, out of sight. Strange, but not as strange as why she'd follow Bael. It was then when Bael surged behind her, a hand reaching to wrap around her neck, strong enough to strangle, but not to kill outright. [b]"Who are you?"[/b] He'd ask coldly- but just as he asked, a giggle erupted from the woman and when he noticed, she had disappeared from his grip- all that was left was her coat over his arm. His eyes instantly moved forward, the cold glare likely intimidating, had not the woman been trained and not the type to get intimidated by a simple menacing look.
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[center][b][u]Zaelyn[/u][/b][/center]

Satyrs and Fauns... Hmm, perhaps she was one of those. Even if she had absolutely no idea of what they were. Either way, the boy had asked her a question which she wasn't entirely sure of how to answer- it was an invitation, but... She hesitated in answering, just staring blankly at him, trying to place an appropriate answer together. Finally, she managed to speak something out, her voice slightly shaky.

[b]"U-Uhm, a drink?"[/b] And obviously she answered him with another question, but Zaelyn quickly corrected herself. [b]"I mean, are you sure you want to get a drink with me? I guess... we can, then."[/b]