<i>Five questions, five answers.</i>That was all she was going to get. At first, Charlotte didn’t care how pained of an expression Asura fronted. He wasn’t the one who’d had to suffer for three months like she had, completely shut out in the dark, confused and scared of everything in the world around her<i>because she just didn’t understand.</i>But a compromise was just that - a compromise, and who was she to turn down five questions from the very source that she’d wanted to find. Besides, he’d not completely ruled out the idea of her going and seeking information elsewhere. That was still an option if she thought his answers were not sufficient. It seemed like the perfect deal on the outside. But was it the perfect deal on the inside?<br/><br/>There was still that sneaking suspicion in the back of her mind that screamed that this wasn’t it. It wasn’t the only reason he wanted her home safe. Why had he followed her? Why had he not answered her questions? His statement implied that she somewhat knew what he was after, but Charlotte, in reality, had no idea what his intentions were. He wanted her safe,<i>but why?</i>As she looked up at his face and heard him mutter the word ‘please’, her mind went silent and she hesitated, those thoughts of ‘why’ completely disappearing. Charlotte couldn’t back away from him, nor could she turn on her heel and run in the opposite direction. The only thing that she could do, as she stared at him with wide eyes, was reach out to grab his hands with one of her own. The minute her skin made contact with his, she inhaled sharply at the sensation and looked at their clasped hands in wonder.<br/><br/><b>”What are you?”</b>Charlotte asked again, taking a step closer to Asura.<b>”You’ve never met someone so infuriating, and yet, I have to break that illusion.”</b>She bit into her bottom lip, once more keeping it from trembling, but not out of fear. It was hard for her to find an outlet for all of the adrenaline feeding through her body, and that nervous little habit was the only way she thought she could manage.<b>”I’m just a shy girl. Never given a second look, oblivious to everyone, hardly infuriating. I just want to know why, for once in my life, I wasn’t picked last.”</b><br/><br/>Tag:<a class="username" data-user-id="376" data-username="@EchoOfADream" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/376/">@EchoOfADream</a>