[color=gray] [CENTER][img]https://i.imgur.com/LE0oU15.png[/img][/CENTER] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/GZTjRyO.gif[/img][/center] [center][color=black][sup]____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][/color][/center] [center][color=#BB253E][b]Location:[/b][/color] Sundown Row • [color=#BB253E][b]Time:[/b][/color] Evening[/center] [center][color=#BB253E][b]Interactions:[/b][/color][@Ithradine] Luther • [color=#BB253E][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] N/A [/center] [center][color=black][sup]____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][/color][/center] [center][hider=Music][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WoTVldn5l7g[/youtube][/hider][/center] [center][color=black][sup]____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][/color][/center] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/X3bZSa0.gif[/img][/center] [center][color=black][sup]____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][/color][/center] The battered black Nissan Altima whispered to a slow crawl, headlights casting over the asphalt as Angel guided it smoothly into a dimly lit parking spot. She killed the engine and let silence wash over them. And in that stillness, the street just before them bloomed before her like a fever dream. Neon splashed and spilled over brick walls, electric pink bleeding into soft violet, a bright green pulse melting into cobalt blue reflections. Lights twinkled and blurred, hung high in glittering strings like captured starlight overhead, transforming cracked pavement into something almost magical. For a fleeting instant, as she sat quietly behind the wheel and watched the neon blur gently through the windshield, it felt as though she'd crossed some unseen threshold—leaving behind a realm of blood and nightmares for a fragile illusion of glowing, seductive normality. She stole a brief glance at Luther, the soft lights painting his features in shifting shades of violet and cerulean, catching in his eyes. For that single heartbeat, he felt just as unreal and ethereal as the city, and she smiled faintly at him. Angel had found herself here time and time again over the last few months, drawn like a moth to the flame of Sundown Row. Each visit, whether for a job, the fleeting illusion of normalcy, or even the darker thrill of seeking [i]blood[/i], felt like another stolen breath. Somehow, this neon-lit street always managed to enchant her anew, whispering sweetly of the life she could have lived—a life she knew, deep down, she could never truly hold onto. When she finally rose and stepped from the car, it felt like surfacing from deep underwater. Reality flooded in with a sudden intensity that caught her breath. The air hummed, electric with anticipation and the faint scent of perfume, smoke, and something sweetly unnatural beneath it all. Music pulsed gently through the soles of her boots, rhythmic beats muffled yet somehow loud in the way it resonated through her bones. People milled about, laughter spilling into the street, conversations murmured beneath the glow. At first glance, they could've been anyone: friends meeting after work, couples locked in whispered flirtations... But Angel knew better. She saw it in their eyes—a glimmer too sharp, too predatory beneath painted smiles and whispered secrets. She saw it in the way some moved just a little too gracefully, footsteps too silent, gazes lingering hungrily as mortals brushed obliviously by. Here was the masquerade at its finest. She let her gaze wander to a reflection of herself in a shop window, and for a moment, she barely recognized the woman staring back at her. And it hadn't just been the blonde hair, it was the entire illusion wrapped around her like a stranger’s skin. Neon reflections danced over her pale skin, painting her features in shifting hues. [url=https://i.imgur.com/uwdq0u9.jpeg]A white mini dress that hugged every curve of her figure, the fabric sparkling subtly like captured stardust. Her hair cascaded down in waves, framing a face adorned with makeup she barely remembered applying.[/url] Diamond earrings dangled from her ears, glittering softly. She tilted her head slightly, frowning at her reflection. She looked like she belonged here, like she was just another party girl, chasing the night, dancing to beats that hid the hunger in her bones. But yet again, Angel knew better. She [i]always[/i] knew better. Nonetheless, she turned to Luther with a grin that stretched ear to ear and quipped, [color=#BB253E]"Smells like desperation..."[/color] She then wrinkled her nose dramatically, sticking out her tongue.[color=#BB253E]"Seriously, what cologne is that—Eau de Pupperoni?"[/color] Rolling her eyes as if the whole world bored her to death, she added, [color=#BB253E]"Go, be free, chase something feral. Meet me at The Eclipse in an hour... Oh and, don't be a [i]dick[/i], Luther. I look too cute to fish your ass out of a dumpster."[/color][/color]