{dichen lachman, thirty-five, cis woman, she/her} ||tenzin tashi is a mutant with the ability of persuasion. they’ve been in new york for eight years where they spend most of their time as assassin for hire/thief. when i think of them, i think of seductive whispers in your ear, a razor sharp dagger dripping with blood, a smile that doesn’t reach their eyes. they are affiliated with the brotherhood.
“Damn, girl,” Blake says with a grin as she slaps her card on the table, giving Tenzin an all-too-obvious once-over. “You’re looking fine as hell, which, get it? Vampire?”
She makes a sweeping gesture to her own costume, clearly quite proud of herself as she sits down. “I hear animal blood isn’t as tasty to your kind, but maybe you can make an exception for tonight.”
“Well, I was going to mark you down as a ‘yes’, but after that? I’m not so sure,” she teases, spinning the pen between her fingers. Blake would always be a yes, and she knew it. It isn’t often that Tenzin genuinely likes someone, but Blake somehow wormed her way into her shrivelling heart. “You look udderly delicious.”
Raising an eyebrow, she leans back in her seat, crossing one leg over the other. “I’m a vagitarian vampire.” Tenzin grins at Blake, showing off her fangs. “I meant vegetarian, my apologies.” They both know she isn’t sorry. “Or would it be animaltarian? I don’t know… Anyway, why the cow costume, babe? Not that I don’t love it.”
“Hey, doc.” Tenzin shamelessly checks him out as she leans closer, a sly smile on her face. “I’ve been having some pain in the inner thigh region. Anythingyou can recommend for that?”
“Nice costume,” Tenzin says, gesturing to the other woman’s baseball themed dress. “Better than all the sexy cats and bunnies I’ve seen tonight.” Being a vampire isn’t exactly original, but hey, she looks hot. “Enjoying this whole speed dating thing?”
“i’ll hold you to that,” she answers, brow cocked. believing in the generosity of strangers has never quite been sora’s thing, but so far tenzin hasn’t given her any reason not to. when they get to the bar, she’ll be keeping a close eye on her. and how much she’s willing to give before she withdraws the offer. “i don’t know if i’m surprised. i haven’t been there in a while. lots of work to catch up on, lately. maybe a bit sad, but i’ve taken more to drinking alone.” or with one of the other sins, all of which are not exactly one night stand material. or even available for conversation, most nights. “i wasn’t found out, but… it wasn’t bad enough that it worked,” she admits, sighing softly. “i’ll just have to do better next time.”
“You can hold me to more than that, if you’d like.” Tenzin shakes her head, lazily shrugging a shoulder. She knows all about drinking alone. It’s one of her favourite hobbies. “If that makes you sad, then I guess I’m sad, too.” At least there was nobody to cut her off when she was by herself — nobody to share a ridiculously overpriced bottle of whisky with. On the odd occasion, Ezra would suddenly appear over her shoulder. “Bummer. Maybe you should kill them next time,” she says, her tone void of emotion. It could be taken seriously or as a lame joke. “Just don’t get caught.”
