Looking for Someone (open)

[Savannah Brooks]

Vannah's hand flinched slightly in surprise to the coldness of his fingers. "I find my wand one of my....most useful weapons, I should say" She said with a look of mischeif in her eyes as she recalled the many times when she had used it whether it was to defend herself or to torture others.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian grinned, "I can understand that, my wand," he said, pulling his own out with his free hand. It was long and a deep ebony. A gold band matching the ring in his ear encircled it just above the handle, "I would feel practically naked without it."

[Savannah Brooks]

"Yes, that is quite an interesting wand you have." Vannah said looking at it. She didn't offer her own wand for she was paranoid about others questioning it. She didn't feel like unconvering the whole story, especially to a dark stranger.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian kept a smile on his face as his grip on her hand tightened. "It's seen quite a bit, this old wand has," he said, brushing hair from her neck with the tip of it and looking at the slope of her neck.

[Savannah Brooks]

Vannah's hand flew up to his wrist, gripping it tightly. "Keep your wand to yourself." She said throwing his arm away from her neck. She had no desire whatsoever of having a wand pulled on her even if it wasn't the intention.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian raised an eyebrow, eyes glinting as his gaze moved calmly from her neck to her eyes. "I was just admiring the...ah....female form," he said, "No intention of using this wand on you." He waved it in front of her face and a silver necklace hung around her neck, "At least not to harm you, that is."

[Savannah Brooks]

Vannah reached behind her neck and unclapsed the necklace. She brought the two ends together and held it out for him to take, letting it dangle. "You always give pretty necklaces to people you've just met?" She asked.

[Emilian Sota]

"Only the very good-looking ones," Emilian said, taking it and locking it back around her neck, his eyes sparkling at her. A flick of his wand and the ends were fused into a continuous strand.

[Savannah Brooks]

Vannah rolled her eyes. She was used to hearing this same crap but not with an accent. "How do I know it's not cursed or anything?" She asked, trying to sound accusing. She tugged on the charm gently before letting it fall back down below her neck.

[Emilian Sota]

"My dear," Emilian said, his eyes flashing dangerously, "If I wanted to curse you, I'd do it myself." And find great pleasure in it, he finished to himself, then smiled.

[Savannah Brooks]

Vannah smirked. "You could try. It's very doubtful that you would suceed, though." She said stepping closer so she was almost right in his face.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian's smile stayed plastered on his face, "You don't want to tempt me, my dear." As she stepped closer the words took on double meaning. "I may give you more than you can handle," he said with a sick grin.

[Savannah Brooks]

Vannah was very tempted to llaugh very loudly, but instead bit her lip. "It's quite amusing, how you keep under-estimating me." She said matching his grin with one equally as competitively.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian lost his smile, his face turning cold and hard instantly. His free hand shot up under her chin, taking hold of her jaw and pulling her nose to nose with him. "You're underestimating me, darling." He drew out the last word and spoke it in a low whisper.

[Savannah Brooks]

Vannah tried to turn her head away, but his grip was too tight. SHe struggled to get free, but it was no use. She stopped squirming and looked at him dead in the eyes with her own throwing daggers. "Let go." She said in a hard voice.