ι ∂ση'т кησω ιƒ ι'νє єνєя вєєη gσσ∂ єησυgн (Lyla)

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Ashmere, prince of the Unseelie Court, made his way silently through the tightly pressed crowd. Music blasted from the speakers all around him, filling the air and drowning out the cheers and shouts. His dark hair was untidy, as always, but at the same time it was perfectly styled. His icy eyes scanned the crowd, his face emotionless. He wasn't looking for anyone in particular. He just wanted to avoid anyone who knew him. He'd come to a place that faeries rarely inhabited, but there was always a small possibility. He hated having his time spoiled by others demanding that he return to the court, that it wasn't safe for him to be alone. "Your majesty" this and "your majesty" that. He was a sick of it.

[Lyla]

Leah had snuck out of her house again for a bit of midnight fun. A friend said that she and her boys would be here so she slunk through the noisy crown looking for them. Her dark hoodie was up and her darker jeans and sneakers looked just like everyone else's. She got to the 'meeting spot' and found her company waiting for her. She quickly hugged her friend Sage, her boyfriend, and her boyfriends friend. Now they could have some fun. She reached into her bag and grabbed the spray paint and silly string. Everyone took a can of each and then disappeared into the crowd.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Ash's eyes fell on the girl, more importantly on the spray can she was holding. So, there were still some of those hanging out in places like this. Maybe he could have some fun tonight, for once. He slipped his hands into the pockets of his hoodie and wove his way through the crowd, slipping between bodies like a snake.

[Lyla]

There were huge speakers, her goal. Graffiti one of them. As she snuck behind one she was surprised to find no couples making out, uncapping the paint she shook it and began her work. She was a different kind of 'artist' and usually painted one thing with a lot of detail. And tonight, it would be a butterfly, with her signature 'L' wove around it. She started with the wings, and then the body, and then the L

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"What's that your painting?" a voice said from behind her. It was silky and smooth, inhuman, in a way. Ash stood just behind her, hands still in his pockets, studying the barely started painting with a curious expression.

[Lyla]

"And that's your business because?" She asked, her tone was sweet, but sharp. Her hood was kept up, as she pulled the bandana around her neck over her nose. She knew better then to be seen. But if this guy tried anything on her, he had another thing coming. Leah just continued, knowing the others would have started on whatever they had wanted to paint.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Ash smiled faintly, just the slightest upward motion of the corners of his mouth. Spunky girls amused him. "I never said it was," he replied. "I was just curious."

[Lyla]

"It's a butterfly." She said flatly, finishing the body, she began the 'L' around it. It looked very fragile to her, not real but fragile.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Ash stood where he was silently, not moving a muscle, which just proved further that he wasn't human. He simply watched her as she painted, his eyes following her every move.

[Lyla]

Leah was suspicious of him... 'What is this guy?' She thought to herself. She had her can of silly string in her other hand just in case he tried anything, or worse. If the cops showed up. She finished her painting, slung her bag over her shoulder and hurried around the stereo. Her pace was quick, and she knew she would probably be the first one of her group out of there.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Ash tilted his head slightly. "What's your name?" he asked, not really expecting her to give him an answer. "I'm Ash."

[Lyla]

Leah looking over her shoulder, her ice blue eyes catching him, curious as to why he's asking her so many questions. After a few seconds of this, she was about to answer, when the guy that came with her friends boyfriend grabbed her arm, yelling over the music, "let's go Leah!" She looked at him then back at Ash. Shouting "its Leah!" Before turning, pulling her arm away from the guy and advancing towards the exit.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Ash's lips curling into a smile, a rather rare occurrence for him. He stood there behind the speaker for awhile before making his way around the edge of the club and toward the door.

[Lyla]

She and her gang slipped out unnoticed. The girl she met there was laughing hysterically while Leah stuffed her hands in her pockets, she was growing bored of walking up and down streets, cutting through ally ways and the things these guys did. She looked to the girl and said, "hey I think I'm gonna take off. I'll see ya around" with that she turned down a different street, down a small dead end ally, and kicking a plank aside. Squeezing through the small gap, Leah placed the plank back and looked around her hide away. The pain cans and murals on the wall. She had a wad of blankets in the corner and paper all over the floor. She sat down in her nest and pulled her bag across her lap. Digging through it she found a can of spray paint and tossed it to the others. Watching it roll slowly to a stop. She began to use the regular paint to start a new part of her mural. Swift, smooth brushstrokes.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"Interesting place you've got here," said a voice. A slim figure leaned against the far wall, his face obscured by shadows. His black hair and dark clothing blending into the blackness perfectly. He'd followed her there, then slipped into the place with out a sound.

[Lyla]

Leah spun her head around, getting to her feet slowly. "And who the hell are you?" She spits, grabbing the silly string from her back pocket, and having it ready to spray in his eyes. "How did you even get in here?"

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

There was a chuckle and the person stepped forward, revealing the starkly beautiful face of the faerie prince. "Easy. I came in the same way you did."

[Lyla]

She still held the spray in her hand, "you're the guy from... The party? Why, the hell are you following me around like some lost puppy? Scram." Leah's voice was hostile, her eyes narrowed and cold

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"Not a lost puppy," Ash said casually. "More like... a panther."

[Lyla]

"Jungle cats don't live in city's buster." She huffs, her tone like venom "I'm really getting bored with this, get out." She didn't like creeps. Especially creeps that follow her around.