Snippet #2423979

Garth watched as Angiluzza made her way to him and softly picked the journals from his hands, her fingers brushing against his as she did. Garth had to admit, her soft hands did comfort him as she took the books away while speaking in her distinct, but still lovely, accent. Her suggestion was pretty straight forward: move to Montana to see some mountains. Sure, there were probably a few other reasons why she wanted to leave, but Garth wasn't one to read into situations. He didn't need a complicated reason to move on, just a trusted source: and his little huntress was a trusted source indeed.

If Garth was honest, however, he was glad she suggested moving away. Ever since he made the decision to leave Delilah's coven - which he still had lingering uncertainty about, since it was like abandoning his post - the house had been practically empty. Well, save for the two vampires currently in the room, and that one human, who was becoming slightly a nuisance. Garth could barely remember her name, and yet she tripped over him like he was a sacred man. Sure, Garth sort of enjoyed being doted on like so, but he felt basically nothing towards the love-struck human.

Garth returned Angel as she walked along her candy wall before biting her lip slightly and speaking about grabbing some lunch. To be truthful, Garth hadn't really thought about eating for a while, since he was pretty sure he had filled up not too long ago. However, he was not one to turn down the idea of a hunt, as Angel threw off her shirt and came back out in a sultry outfit, a temptress of the night: lurking in the back of his mind, however, Garth always knew that there was another temptress that would easily beat out his little Angel, but he dismissed that thought.

Angel then gave him a thump on the nose, commenting on his constant issue of scaring away quite a number of people, or just the opposite: collecting people who were drawn in by his stoicism. Garth raised an eyebrow, eyeing up his progeny before giving a slight smirk of his own (which were rare unto themself). "And you, my dear, should try to avoid having men drool and fall to their knees to beg." Unlike Angel, who was dressed to knock out a man in seconds, Garth was dressed in his casual fashion of a biker outfit: something about tanned cow hide just felt right to him.