It was fairly quiet outside at this time of night. Most of the students who were in attendance would be in the cafeteria eating "lunch". The noise of the crowd there had been too overwhelming, though, so Delara sat outside with a blood pack in her hand and a book open on her lap. The daeva sat beside her on the bench, looking like a literal stick man, its feet connecting with hers. It was silent for the moment and still. The girl had no idea what it was doing when it was so quiet, as it often was, but she assumed it was doing whatever it was evil demonic entities did when they weren't actively being a nuisance - probably contemplating world domination or something.
Half-listening to her surroundings, running her fingers along the book's pages, sipping at her blood now and then, Delara was feeling mostly content. The book was the one she'd been given by her family or rather a copy of it. There were a few copies - it was an important book. This one was completely in braille.
Delara was reading her mother's addition. It didn't exactly make her sad - she'd never known the woman, but she wondered what it might've been like to be normal, without her duty. Not passed around by people. Although, her current family was definitely a shining point in her life. It made her nostalgic for a life she'd never had.
Pausing in her reading, she began to sing softly, an Armenian lullaby. It was actually one her daeva had taught her, and it joined her in a duet. Singing was the one thing they could both agree was enjoyable, and their voices were surprisingly complementary - nothing outstanding, but simple and pretty. Though the vampire was between obsessions, for now, songs were always a comfort.
@Foxy
Half-listening to her surroundings, running her fingers along the book's pages, sipping at her blood now and then, Delara was feeling mostly content. The book was the one she'd been given by her family or rather a copy of it. There were a few copies - it was an important book. This one was completely in braille.
Delara was reading her mother's addition. It didn't exactly make her sad - she'd never known the woman, but she wondered what it might've been like to be normal, without her duty. Not passed around by people. Although, her current family was definitely a shining point in her life. It made her nostalgic for a life she'd never had.
Pausing in her reading, she began to sing softly, an Armenian lullaby. It was actually one her daeva had taught her, and it joined her in a duet. Singing was the one thing they could both agree was enjoyable, and their voices were surprisingly complementary - nothing outstanding, but simple and pretty. Though the vampire was between obsessions, for now, songs were always a comfort.
@Foxy