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Arielle watches calmly as a woman glides past them to Aaron. The word 'woman' is much derogatory to her personification—she is more along the lines of 'kneel-over-and-pay-homage' beautiful.
If Aaron looked divine, the lady before them was Sin in flesh. The woman leans up, way up—because Aaron is that tall and kisses him. On the lips.
Arielle sighs. Fuck her for thinking he could be 'untaken'.
"Morning!" The woman sings to him.
Aaron nods and proceeds to place bread slices on the dishes. 'Lady Sin' turns to Arielle and her mouth falls open. Fallon gasps, her eyes widening to saucers.
"Morning," she repeats to them.
Neither woman answers. They both gape at her—at her eyes. The woman's eyes are all serpent, signature slits included. She blinks and Arielle comes to.
"Sorry...Good morning. I'm Arielle and this is Fallon,"
The woman peers into their eyes' and Arielle notices the little orbs are quite stunning—in a dark, edgy way. Quite frankly, the woman looks delicate. Her skin is an enticing coffee color, and her hair is a wild mass of brown waves piled into an unruly twist on her head. Transfigure her slitted gray eyes to amber ones and she would be a Cherub.
"I'm Phantom," the woman says, stretching forth her hand to Arielle.
Arielle collects it.
"Nice to meet you, Phantom. I'm sorry for gaping at you like that. I'm new to this."
Phantom nods.
Fallon collects her hand also.
"Your eyes are captivating," Fallon says to her.
"Thank you, but some would say downright jarring."
Phantom blinks at them and the three women smile.
Aaron clears his throat.
"You should eat," he rumbles.
"Well, aren't you worried about our welfare, Mr. Silver?" Phantom fires, smiling at him.
Aaron sets the plates in front of them along with full glasses of honeyed milk. Then silent as an assassin, he walks away, his plate balanced on his palm.
"His name is also Silver?" Fallon enquires the moment his back clears the entryway.
"Yeah," Phantom replies. "Aaron Silver."
Arielle lifts a slice to her lips and chews slowly.
"Are you a werewolf?" Fallon asks, sipping on hot milk.
"Yes."
"What color?"
"Black... and a bit of gray."
"Wow!" Fallon exclaims. "That is so cool."
"Yeah, I guess it is," Phantom replies.
She peers at Arielle who had been silent all through their conversation.
"You can ask me whatever," Phantom says, directly at her.
Arielle gently places a half-eaten slice of bread on the plate, takes a sip of her milk and swallows.
Lifting her head, she peers directly into Phantom's snake eyes and says,
"Are you fucking him?"