ensnared. {gaby}

The training center's concrete carries the sound of her gloved fists against the punching bag and resonates it like a wail. She's been here all day long – picturing an enemy's face on the side of the punching bag and throwing her fists at it. First, it was the golden-haired Lumiere girl she, regrettably, encountered. Then, it became Asha. Now, it's just a pedestrian who threw a hissing fit at her for burning Asha's belongings in a public space. They can suffocate on the acrid smolders of his burnt socks, for all she cares.

But, soon, the sounds from Lilith's catharsis of a fury clash with someone's footsteps. From the corner of her eyes, she stares and her stomach leaps to the throat. Someone. A girl. Golden blonde. A theatrical flair to her movements. “Isn't this my lucky day?” Like a predator that's found her prey of the day, Lilith slithers ahead, circling her. “Lumiere, aren’t you?” It's said like a question but it isn't. “Yes, I know you. And you should know me too.” Her lips rise into an inviting smile that does a sloppy job of hiding the true, darker intentions behind it. “Lilith Lumiere,” She extends a hand out. “Pleasure.”