A quick drabble that came to my mind out of nowhere. It was very strange as I am not usually a Girly!Card and Walter shipper. Unless someone wants me to write something for them, anyway. Meh. Enjoy and tell me what you think!
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.
She took a deep breath.
His lips parted ever so slightly.
A smile. Tongue pink. Gums red.
"Perhaps we can trade?" he spoke.
"What?" said she.
"Money. Information. Tricks. Blood."
"Oh, blood. Yes, I like the sound of that. What do we make this trade for?"
"Camaraderie?"
"Chivalry?"
"Longevity?"
"Oh, hilarity. But what will I trade you, Angel? You see, I have no blood to give," she spoke softly.
"Girls give boys a lock of hair."
A tinkle of laughter, "It's bad luck in Ireland to accept such a gift from your lover."
"It's also said that you gain control of the one you take a lock of hair from," he twirled her hair on his index finger.
"A deal then, Angel."
Blood spilled. Hair chopped.
A trade.
Such was youth.
All carefree and without a doubt.
The better trade to you, who lives forever.
To you, all carefree and without a doubt.