mr. soprano [ arendella/demetri ] blitz.

is it border stalkerish if i tell you i have been watching this girl for a few days now? Ever since our fist run in I have been unable to keep her off my mind. In my time off I go to her house and hide on neighbouring roofs just to get a glimpse of her confident cocky face. Its all I wanted... Now I watch as she lays down under a tree, and I feel the need to get closer. So I do. Quietly I slip off the roof which played as my hiding spot and I wandered oner to the fence line before quickly slipping over it. I remember the first time, now that had been a site to see. But days of practice have made it very simple and I do it with a great sense of ease.

Slowly I walk you to her, as quite as a gentle breeze. Her eyes are shut but her face is still set in that confident- extremely annoying cocky expression, which make me chuckle. "Even in your sleep you can give you that look." I whisper before sitting down opposite her. "what is your name, mystery girl?"

"Huh? Funny."


I smile at her annoyance, my lips revealing a line of white teeth. She leans back against the tree, the whole time her eyes don't leave me once and I begin to wander if she knew that i had been snooping around. Any sane person might have begun to feel uncomfortable but not me. My whole jog revolved around observing, this was nothing out of the usual for me. "I thought you got the hint after I threw that mouse trap at your face," this makes me laugh because damn this girl had a good shot. That mouse trap was not a item that i wished to be associated with again,but it was also the item that got me that much more curious about this girl. Out of all the weapons she could have used to politely ask me to piss off she used a mouse trap. 

"Do you still got that thing, by the way?"


"Oh yes i still have it. I carry it around all the tie, a reminder of what happens when i mess with someone from the Blackmore family- right?" 

It was not true of course, cause that would just make me into a creep. I threw the thing out as soon as I got it off of my face. 

"A reminder to not fuck with a Blackmore is more than a block of wood in your face," despite myself i agree with her. I had heard the many stories about this family and believe you me none of them ended happily. "True true," I mumble almost inaudible but i was certain she would hear it and she would find a sense of victory in me proving her to be right. "The stories i have heard are stories in which i would like to see for myself though rally, because some of it sounds like in the end a beautiful piece of art would be created." I raise an eyebrow at her but she seems to ignore my words, her own words dominating the situation.

"What'd you say your name was?"

I smile at her again and lean back my arms acing as a chair of sorts.

"Now now wouldn't you like to know- but i do believe I asked you first."

"hmm, touche."

Touche it was.

"You can call me Aren, and I'll just call you," Aren. I had thought it was something like that. "Asshole - is that good for you?"

I raise an eyebrow at her before forming a smirk. "Asshole has a lovely ring to it, actually. Asshole, I would say, is the most common name that I have been given. I have grown kinda fond of it. I associate it with something of affection... like the way someone might call their boyfriend 'babe'."

And I wasnt lying to a percent. I mean most of my family- the other assassins called me an asshole, especially one of them, Phanny boy. but that was okay, cause in the end we were brothers and i cared about him. to me asshole wasn't all that offensive. She was gonna have to try harder than that.

"You know, if you really wanna offend me, call me Demitri."