Deon

*he's asleep*

*throw salt at you*

*throw holy water at you*

Because you're curious about more than just my sleeping habits. *moves past you toward the window, centuries of elegance in every movement* Besides, the woods are dangerous at night.

*follows his movement with my eyes* What, you gonna bite me if I stay?

*turns slowly* Only if you ask nicely.

*runs a hand through his dark hair, eyes distant with memory* The last fire I remember was...1832. *looks back at her* You must be cold, standing there trembling. Come, sit.

*frowns, trying to remember* Centuries, perhaps. The world changes so much while we sleep.

*shifts weight nervously* Yeah, it's pretty different out there now *pause* Like, we have phones and stuff

*tilts head* Phones?

*He rises from the dusty bed with a fluid, silent grace.* Centuries of sleep, and the first face I see is one that speaks to my nature. Tell me, Void... are you alone?

yeah

*His smile widens, a flash of white teeth in the dim light.* Good. That is very good. *He takes a slow step closer, his gaze never leaving yours.* I do not like to share.