Evelyn Dupré.

𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑦𝑛 𝐷𝑢𝑝𝑟𝑒. "ℑ𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔰𝔦𝔫, 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔍𝔢𝔰𝔲𝔰 𝔡𝔦𝔢𝔡 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤." | descriptive. mature & triggering themes. no minors. VERTIGO/DC/MVRP. |

"Guess." Her eyes were wide and wild, almost like a feral animal.

The demon cracks a grin. "No. I just like to make you squirm. Didn't know ice could blush."

Evelyn laced her fingers behind her back and pouted. "No fun."

Giggles.

"So unfocus. What's the worst that could happen?" And that wicked smile only spread.

"Oh, come off it." Evelyn scoffs as she tucks a piece of hair behind her pointed ear. "I'm a slice, and somewhere deep down... You want a bite, lass." Small shrug.

Brows furrow. "No. I'm saying I'm not going to fuck you." Pause. ...Long, considerate glance. "...Probably. I'm pretty confident."

...Why would she be? She isn't worried about bloodlines, unlike the rest of them. It's the spirit that matters.

Ugh, typical half breed behavior. She isn't surprised at all. Come find her when his King Arthur arc is over or whatever.

... "...I'm off the minge these days, as much as I hate to say it." Evelyn would admit as she casually inspected her nails. "Too many complications."

Him. Half breed?

Oooh, fear. Yummy. "What's the matter, darling?"

Being unable to stake claim shows weakness. Even she, the chaotic wretch that she is, reigned over a province for thousands of years. What is his excuse?

"Is there something lodged in your ear canal? Be serious." Evelyn scoffed as she fixed her bangs.

She's a bit old for water colors.

"That was unwarranted of me, ice bitch. I am simply hangry." Behold. An apology?

Apparently. Try reading the room instead, dork.

"Hi." Fangy grin.