❛ — you know what? i don’t doubt it.  ❜ she’s speaking as if she knows the man in front of her, and there’s not a chance in hell she does, BUT the magic inching across her skin starts to feel like daggers teasing pores, reminding her hey – there’s a reason you don’t sit in crossroads dumbass. 

❛  people like me? what’cha mean by that hmmm??? ❜ if he knows, well – that would be a shit way to start any interaction at a crossroad, but hell, she’s had worse.

_{oh, he meant many things, but he wasn’t going to admit any of them. no, he’d keep her guessing for a while, and then maybe he’d manage to spit out the truth. though, even that was unlikely in all reality. ❛ you know, ❜ he finally said, ❛ rumor has it that people come to a crossroads for deals. ❜ a pause ❛ all sorts of deals. ❜}