[ Valentine's Day is possibly the time those with weak stomachs may wish to avoid Drusilla the most, as her usual penchant for maiming tends to increase tenfold while seeking appropriate 'gifts' for loved ones. And those aforementioned would be at great risk of either receiving such a gift, or becoming one. Luckily enough for Erik (or perhaps for Dru), he's more on the side of those to be receiving gifts than those being turned into them. She trounces straight into the apartment Erik and Charles share, having been given the invite a while ago due to Charles misplaced kindness for her. Behind her, a trail of thick, crimson liquid (still warm) dripped across the hall for tenants to notice later and rationalize excuses for what it must be besides blood. Perhaps one of their little children would find it, even - a thought that brought a curl to her lips. She does have such a fondness for those little ones Charles hoards.
Heeled shoes making a soft drumming, muffled by the carpet, she marches herself into Erik's study, and upon entering comes as quietly as her vampiric abilities will allow her, sneaking behind the German at his desk to drape her arms around his shoulders. Chin dropping to rest on one shoulder, pale hands, now painted a shocking red with what Erik would know to be blood (having seen so much of it himself, one of the things she liked about his head), drop what appears to be a human heart on the edge of his desk, making a soft, sickening splat. ]
He was a very naughty man. Sith. [ The last word hissed like a snake, just for the funsies. She makes sure to confirm this, as the gift would be no good if Erik didn't believe the victim in some way deserved it. ]
:'| I'm not sorry.
Heeled shoes making a soft drumming, muffled by the carpet, she marches herself into Erik's study, and upon entering comes as quietly as her vampiric abilities will allow her, sneaking behind the German at his desk to drape her arms around his shoulders. Chin dropping to rest on one shoulder, pale hands, now painted a shocking red with what Erik would know to be blood (having seen so much of it himself, one of the things she liked about his head), drop what appears to be a human heart on the edge of his desk, making a soft, sickening splat. ]
He was a very naughty man. Sith. [ The last word hissed like a snake, just for the funsies. She makes sure to confirm this, as the gift would be no good if Erik didn't believe the victim in some way deserved it. ]