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a fresh start. that is all that college can be for peter now. in the past whenever he thought about this moment, he always had his friends around him. in his imagination, aunt may would pull him into a tight goodbye-hug before he stepped inside the campus grounds. he would sit next to ned in the lecture halls, would get coffee with mj in the cafeteria after lab practices. but that is all gone now...

peter is alone and though he is slowly getting used to it, being forgotten by everyone is not an easy task. but he's trying to look into the future now, however hard that might be. still he can't help himself but to daydream from time to time...

a sudden hit and a startled cry calls him back to reality. peter snaps out of it, his reflexes kicking in as he grabs the other person by the forearm to balance them. neither of them was walking that fast but the hit was hard. ❝no, i am sorry, i wasn't paying attention to where i was going,❞ he replies sheepishly, forcing a smile to his lips as he bends and picks up the girl's phone from the ground. ❝is it okay? did it break? oh my god, i'm so sorry if it did...❞ peter stammers awkwardly as he hands the other student her phone.

making changes

Meranda Wong was finally starting college. She was enrolled as an Art History major, & pursuing a Chemistry minor, which worked for her since she loved painting & drawing, but science fascinated her. & yeah, she had kind of an edge since she'd been experimenting with her temperature-based powers ever since she'd gotten them. So she was excited. She & her dad had had a little bit of a teary goodbye, but they'd agreed to call twice a day & he'd visit once a month, if not more (especially if she needed help repairing her Firestar costume).

She was exploring the campus (using her phone to look at a map of the school), when she suddenly bumped into someone.

“Oh my gosh! I’m sorry!” Meranda cried softly.

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the fork in mor's hand is cold to her touch as she uses it to pick up a piece of fruit from a plate that is half-pushed away due to the appetizer being almost wholly eaten. the laughing of the inner circle—her friends, her family—rings in her ears. cassian, sitting in front of her is telling her something, when he suddenly stops, his mouth instictively curling and his nose scrunching. mor knows it isn't because of her. no, rather it's because of amren who's sitting beside her and is currently gulping down the liquid from an ornate goblet.

mor finishes eating her fruit by the time amren puts the crystal goblet down. there's a smear in the corner of her mouth, mor notices, and another on her chin, deep crimson standing out against the tan skin. the silk handkerchief she reaches for feels soft in mor's hand as she takes it and presses it to amren's mouth, dabbing at the skin of her chin and the corner of her lips gently. she also raises her other hand, putting the tip of her finger under amren's chin gently, making her turn her mouth slightly to make sure that she wiped all of the blood from her face. maybe that is the final straw that makes amren snap at her. or if it is the whole act, mor does not know, but amren's swirling silver eyes are at her in the next second as she stares mor down.

❝a price i would willingly pay if it taught you some table manners,❞ mor replies as she puts the handkerchief down and responds to amren's sneer with a smile. ❝alas, i don't think that would help. so how about i promise not to touch you again and in return you will mind your… beverage?❞

@of-wine-and-blood  sent  ❂  Mor  wipes  blood  off  Amren's  face. ↳    from  send  one  for  my  muse's  reaction  to  your  muse  --- ( always accepting ! )

The  dining  room  of  the  River  House  is  alive  with  laughter  and  conversation,  voices  overlapping  one  another.  The  table  in  a  state  of  mild  disarray  –  plates  pushed  aside,  silverware  askew  –  save  for  the  crystal  goblet  set  before  Amren.  She  never  touches  the  food,  never  the  food.

Instead,  she  eyes  the  goblet  with  a  hunger  that  makes  Azriel  look  away  and  Cassian  wrinkle  his  nose.  The  thick,  dark  liquid  glistens  in  the  light,  nearly  black.  Her  stomach  gives  an  audible  gurgle.  Unbothered,  she  licks  her  bottom  lip,  a  slow,  serpentine  motion,  then  wraps  her  slender  fingers  around  the  stem. 

The  goblet  is  a  delicate  crystal,  wholly  unsuited  for  its  contents,  but  Amren  drains  it  like  the  finest  wine.  Blood  stains  the  corner  of  her  mouth,  trailing  down  her�� chin  in  a  crimson  streak.  She  sets  the  goblet  down  with  a  clink,  utterly  sated  and  makes  no  move  to  wipe  the  stain  away.  Mor,  seated  beside  her,  doesn’t  so  much  as  blink  —  she’s  seen  it  all  before.  She  simply  reaches  for  a  silk  handkerchief  and  promptly  dabs  at  the  smear.  Amren’s  silver  eyes  flick  up  at  her,  sharp  as  glass.  A  wicked  grin  curls  her  mouth.  “  Careful,  girl.  Touch  me  again  and  I’ll  take  your  hand  off  for  the  next  sip. ”

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*wants to rp with everyone*

*stares at one draft for three hours*

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cassian's eyes followed estella's moves as she slid onto the bar stool next to him. he listened to her words, his gaze flicking between the various bottles and tall glasses filled with all kinds of alcoholic liquid—some bright, some bubbly, some clear as water—catching his attention all the same. as he had said he left the choice of drinks to estella, his attention returning to her as soon as she chose the liquid for both of them.

and soon enough, two glasses were put in front of them. cassian took one of them into his hand, sliding the other one closer to estella. the pale red liquid inside shimmered in the dim lights of the bar as he raised his glass for a toast—because he wasn't here just for the alcohol and pretty girl's smiles after all. ❝to old and new friends then.❞ he clinked their glasses together and then raised it to his mouth.

estella was right in guessing his taste: the red dwarf filled his mouth with earthy flavour, the fizzwater dancing on his tongue with the alcohol. cassian didn't have this drink before but it was just up to his tastes. ❝so, estella... tell me more about yourself. are you from around here?❞ he would need to get her alone before he actually would mention the rebellion at all but he didn't want to rush things too much; wanted to build her trust first, to really just appear friendly. to see how she reacted.

‘I have friends everywhere.’ even the simple statement, one even Estella was wise enough to consider an exaggeration, was thrilling to her. friends everywhere, meaning he was someone well-traveled, who knew how many planets he’d seen, and how far his ship could go? though even the possibility of hearing a story about somewhere besides Tattooine and Coruscant was enticing enough to the dancer. her standards weren’t nearly as high as the towers she’d lived in for so many years now. “and now you have another one, right here. funny how that works.”

for most customers, Estella had to put on an act, fawn over the type of men who she would’ve never given a second glance to, under other conditions. but this wasn’t a place where she had the ability to look for a suitor, so she knew how to play the part of a sultry temptress. though for some patrons, polite ones like this man, she found that the acting and the drinking wasn’t as needed. “oh, Cassian, it truly depends on what you’re looking for. there are Starshine Surprises, but those are for the ones who want to forget the blazing heat, and wake up somewhere they don’t recognize.” she took the seat next to him, making a show of pointing to the bright green drinks that were set on the shelf.

“there’s a Tusken Wind, for those of our patrons with ‘refined’ taste. I don’t mind it, though you’ll have to mind the headache it gives you in the morning.” she swung her legs from where they dangled under the chair, calling out to the bartender. “but for you, I think the Red Dwarf suits you the best. strong, earthy. not overly sweet, though it still has a taste.” and moments later, the bartender set down two round glasses, filled with a pale red liquid. “tell me if I’m wrong.” // @of-wine-and-blood

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aelin grinned in response to her friend's reply. of course, she was only teasing as well, her eyes slightly narrowed but the tone of her voice warm and light. the dagger was really hanging from her belt but she had no plans to use that blade on lysandra—and the shifter was right in the regard of her claws being just as sharp as the dagger's blade. aelin had seen it herself when lysandra came to her rescue countless times in her favourite form of snow leopard.

at that wink, her smile only grew wider, revealing the pointed tips of her slightly longer fae fangs. ❝oh, we're definitely not giving them that satisfaction,❞ aelin answered. ❝you and me, we're proper ladies after all.❞ another smirk followed as turquoise eyes met forest green.

@of-wine-and-blood asked: " "those are bold words for someone in stabbing range." // aelin @ lysandra " (x)

Lysandra couldn’t help but smirk as she stared Aelin down, her arms folding across her chest. She knew very well that Aelin could - and would - actually stab her with ease. Her friend had demonstrated her prowess with a blade many times in Lysandra’s presence and the shifter had no doubt their friendship would stop Aelin from turning the blade on her now. But she had never been one to back down so easily.

“Perhaps they are, my friend. Though remember, I can shift as fast you can draw your blade. And my claws are just as sharp.”

She winked at her queen, dropping her arms and taking a few steps closer to her.

“I’m sure the males would love to watch us fight, too. But why give them the satisfaction, hm? You know I’m only teasing, don’t you?”

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@torntruth sent: 10. fixing a piece of their clothing carefully. / from cerys to ciri.

❝wait.❞ cirilla leaned forward, her emerald-green eyes narrowing slightly as she turned her head. ❝your shoulder plate,❞ she explained as she raised her hands to cerys' shoulder. her fingers grazed the other woman's fur collar in the process of making sure that the metal shoulder plate stayed in its right place and didn't loosen. ❝all good now.❞ a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she took a step back, checking her work—the metal plate now being safely secured in place.

next, ciri leaned against the wooden railing, letting the sea wind hit her face. there was always a wild beauty found in the skellige isles and the sea was no exception (and neither was cerys). cirilla rested her elbows on the wooden surface, once again turning her head to the side and looking at cerys fully. ❝when are we leaving?❞

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ruby looked at the doctor, returning his warm smile as best as she could. ❝aww, thank you, doctor!❞ it truly felt like she couldn't thank him enough. being back in the tardis… it was like coming home, a bit bittersweet but now she could feel the familiar excitement take its place in her mind.

like the doctor said: they could go anywhere, anywhen in the vast time and space. ruby's mind whirled with possibilities, suddenly stuck by how many choices there were. before she had a place and time she was fixated upon ( the church on the ruby road, the day she was brought there by her biological mum ) and she also travelled with the doctor to many planets and times already, many of them her choice… now it felt like her mind went blank by the sheer number of possibilities. where does ruby want to run to?

ruby walked to the console, gazing up at the doctor's face before picking her choice. ❝i want…❞ she said slowly. ❝i think i want to go to the future…❞ she added, remembering when the doctor let her choose their destination for the first time by asking her for a set of numbers. ❝and for the year—um… three, one, six, two?❞ definitely not that far into the future like their first space adventure.

The Doctor beamed -- properly beamed -- that sunshine grin he always saved for moments like this. The kind of smile that could warm a planet, or mend a timeline. “Your choice,” he said, moving to the console with a familiar flick of switches and press of levers. “Always your choice.”

He glanced at her, eyes shining, a little misty with memory, a little overwhelmed with the now. “The universe missed you, Ruby Sunday. And so did I.”

The TARDIS rumbled softly under their feet, the lights overhead brightening like they were waking up for her. He watched as she traced the railing, like greeting an old friend -- and maybe that’s exactly what she was doing.

“Anywhere. Anywhen. One star or a thousand. Just say the word.” He leaned on the console, chin resting on the heel of his hand. “Where does Ruby want to run to?”

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nehemia's words were neither blurted out nor fully thought out—the feelings were simmering in her for a long time, yet it also felt like it wasn't enough. she vowed to herself to never speak them aloud, to lock the words inside her heart and never let them out… but now she was here, standing in front of celaena inside the glass castle of her enemy, with flushed cheeks and so much to lose.

nehemia's next breath hitched in her throat as she was awaiting an answer from celaena but strangely even in that moment of uncertainty she never wished to take these words back. they were selfish and dangerous words most of all but the princess of eyllwe was growing tired of pretending to be meek and letting her true self show only in front of celaena.

still when the other woman rushed to her and nehemia felt celaena's calloused hands squeeze her soft ones, then the golden locks mingling with her dark braids as their foreheads touched, and celaena's scent washed over her, she knew that she made the right choice. she could feel her eyes filling with tears, even as her lips were turning into a wide smile. ❝you…❞ she could only breath out in the first moment before pulling away slightly, looking into her closest companion's turquoise eyes. ❝do you really mean that?❞

@of-wine-and-blood asked " "for once i'm gonna make the selfish choice and be with whoever i want to be. and that person is you." // nehemia @ celaena/aelin " (from x)

Nehemia's words nearly froze the breath in Celaena's lungs. She wasn't used to this - to someone choosing her above all else. Not since... Well, not for a very long time.

Part of her wanted to scold the other woman for making that choice. Now was not the time for anyone to be selfish. They each had hard decisions to make, their own roles to play. She knew the right thing would be to tell Nehemia she needed to focus on what she was meant to do and not make the selfish choice.

But wasn't she selfish herself, really? Did she always make the selfish call? Everyone seemed to think so, at least, and Celaena knew she was just going to prove them right now, because she wouldn't, couldn't tell Nehemia not to be selfish now. For once, she also wanted to make the choice for herself and be with the person she wanted to be with, damn the consequences.

She did not hesitate to rush closer to her closest friend, clasping both of Nehemia's hands in her own as she pressed her forehead to hers. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

"You're the only person I would want to be with now, Nehemia," she told her softly. "Damn the consequences. Just this once, you and I will get to choose who and what we want. No one can change that."

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another small smile grew at baela's lips upon hearing julianna answer her after linking their arm together. she was glad that she agreed—for both the chance to strengthen the bond with her cousin and for the opportunity to spend the next morning in the air without having to worry about her duties and the heavy atmosphere that descended upon their house.

baela waved her free hand in the air. ❝like i said, don't mention it. i'm glad i can be of help to you. when and where was the last time you flew?❞

Julianna glanced at Baela’s offered arm and hesitated for only a moment before slipping her own gently into the crook of it. The simple gesture was unexpectedly grounding.

"A ride sounds… nice," she admitted quietly, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "Something about the open air and movement helps. Clears the noise in my head." She sighed, looking ahead as they walked. "Thank you, Baela. For this. For understanding."

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veeery slowly getting back into rping again, hopefully i will tackle all my threads this week. 🤞 missed y'all a lot <33

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in my vampire era… 🤭🩸where are my iwtv and eotv writers?

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@fracturedechoes sent: ❛ sometimes, we have to pretend. ❜ (for belinda)

❝well, i'm tired of pretending,❞ belinda said in a voice that was part angry and part spent—mostly spent, to be exact. still she tried to keep her voice low, not outright snapping at river. the other woman wasn't at fault here after all. ❝it's just… i don't know… this isn't for me, this isn't who i am.❞ she gestured around the room before running a hand through her hair.

belinda felt restless like she had to keep doing something otherwise she would just go mad. ❝i…❞ a shaky breath. her eyes turned to river, wide and pleading. ❝can you help me?❞

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@waveswallowed sent: ❛ they will underestimate you, and this will be your advantage. ❜ ( for inej )

inej looked up from sharpening one of her knives—sankt petyr, to be exact, the one that was given to her by kaz—as her dark eyes flickered to the boy standing before her. he was young ( though weren't they all? ) with a fair complexion, black hair, and observant eyes. ❝luke,❞ she greeted him with a nod.

inej slid the knife under her right sleeve, getting up from her usual sitting place at the parapet. he had assessed her right: truly, most of the people she has encountered underestimated her—because of her stature and height, her suli ethnicity, or her background—but she turned that to her advantage, morphing into the wraith and arming herself with her knives. ❝likewise,❞ she replied to his sentence, following her word with a gesture to luke's frame. ❝ready to go?❞

the heart is an arrow. it demands aim to land true. right now the aim was their mission in the fifth harbor—a perfect job for a spy and a tidemaker. inej tucked her braid under her collar, frowning slightly as she turned back to the window. the light drizzle would make the roofs slippery; she has climbed them in worse conditions but it might be a problem for luke. they may need to find a different hiding place in the harbor if the rain didn't stop.

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AMITA SUMAN as INEJ GHAFA IN “SHADOW AND BONE”

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just the first sentence and lest was already shaking her head—out of instinct, clouded with emotions rather than by reason, her grey-furred ears perking up. there were reasons both for her to go to noxus or not to go ( but not to stay here because what was really holding her in piltover now? ) but deep down in her heart, she has already known the answer. she wished to accompany mel, to be by her side, both in shadows and in light. ❝no, i want to help you.❞ a simple statement but there was a lot of truth packed into it.

and just like mel said, lest's skill wouldn't be entirely lost in noxus—be it her officially working as a healer or collecting information behind the scenes. the latter would prove useful to mel, help her regain her footing in noxus because despite her being a medarda, she was different from her late mother. but lest couldn't help herself but to smile now as she heard the praise coming from mel's mouth, a feeling of warmth spreading through her chest. ❝i'll go with you then,❞ the vastaya replied, then pragmatically added, ❝it's a good opportunity.❞

but it is more than that… the next words made lest raise her head again, her gaze flickering to mel's greenish-gold eyes. being called her friend shouldn't matter as much as it did to lest… but it mattered to her. ❝i…❞ her mouth suddenly felt dry, her words clumsy. ❝i can be that for you.❞ grey ears twitching slightly as she spoke. ❝not just in noxus, here too.❞ a reminder for mel that she could talk to lest—that she could confide in any worries she had about the journey or the outcomes of her mother's passing. a reason for lest's coming in the first place. a note that she didn't need to be strong yet, not for this evening.

professional as lest was, she couldn't help herself—being a healer, her amber gaze kept turning to the gold trails visible on mel's skin. ❝may i?❞ she asked gently, gesturing to her hand, waiting for mel to decide if she wanted the vastaya to look at it more closely and offer lest her hand or not.

lest catches the meaning in mel's words all too well. hazel breaks through gold-dripped fingers to look at the vastayan, watching, ever careful, for the tell-tale signs of discomfort on the potential 𑁋 but what she sees is only uncertainty. a tone to match. the prospect of sailing across the sea into a war-driven nation is, understandably, not something most would consider. and with that, is the pragmatism lest carries with her. whether this was the right decision.

hands lower delicately from face, and her smile comes in a gentle tug of lips upward, weary as her gaze. ❛ you don't have to accompany me if you don't wish to, ❜ having readily accepted the premise of returning to home territory alone. or- not entirely alone, she supposes. with an army hand-picked by her mother for their tenacity and bravery. but alone, in the sense she has nobody to turn to. ❛ but you are as talented a healer as you are an informant, lest. while i can withhold my ground against those who know i am a threat, there will be some things out of my reach for that very reason 𑁋 i've attracted their attention. so, yes, you would be of use, as someone i could rely on when there is nobody else. ❜

when her next breath leaves her form, it exhales a little more steadily than the last. her gaze looks at the glass of wine again. she does not reach for it.

❛ but it is more than that. ❜ when hazel turns to meet amber, she hesitates ; her hands turn over each other in her lap, fingertips soon trailing along the strips of gold that have embedded themselves into her skin in her transformation. she thinks of reaching. her right hand twitches outward a little, retracting a bit, resting unsteadily by her knee instead. ❛ i could use someone i can trust, yes. but... ❜ a pause. ❛ ... i think i need a friend, too. ❜

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the touch on nina's cheek was gentle, comforting, and most of all affectionate. she leaned into hanne's touch, enjoying the warmth of their fingers on her face as they brushed her hair behind her ear—hanne's touch felt warmer than the sunlight of the early dawn sneaking through the window.

nina returned the smile even when hanne dropped their hand. she let out a tinkling laugh while taking hanne's hand into hers, brushing their palm with her fingers softly. ❝oh, but you do tell me enough. if not with your mouth and voice, then with your eyes.❞ nina could feel it whenever hanne looked at her: the affection in their eyes, the way their pupils dilated slightly, and the look in their eyes softened. ❝although i have to say that i can never get tired of compliments.❞

next, nina leaned closer towards the other, the smile on her face turning into a slightly mischievous grin. ❝now what shall i call you? handsome? gorgeous? alluring?❞

@of-wine-and-blood asked: " brushing hair behind their ear // nina @ hanne " (x)

The nearness of Nina's heartbeat blanketed Hanne with comfort. They loved waking to see her beautiful smile, feel her calming presence. It still felt surreal to have someone she could care for - could love - so much. Despite having known Nina for such a short time, it felt as if they had been searching for her all their life, without even knowing it. They craved her attention, her affection. To be close to her every chance they got. She was intoxicating in a way Hanne never expected.

There was something about the early morning light that always enhanced Nina's beauty in their mind. Hanne couldn't help themself as they stepped closer to Nina, smiling softly as they reached up to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. Their fingers lingered for a moment, gently brushing against Nina's cheek before they let their hand drop.

"You're so beautiful," they told her softly, unable to wipe the smile from their face. "I feel as if I don't tell you that enough."

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it was his first time visiting this planet under this disguise. cassian would lie if he said that he felt comfortable although it wasn’t the clothes’ fault—no, it was actually fitted right for his body despite the cut being simple and lighter than what he was usually wearing, fit for the sand planet with its two suns. no, the problem was deeper…

he had told luthen that vel might be a better person for this job. or kleya. heck, even luthen himself. yet they still sent him. as he sat down at the bar stool, he took a deep breath, letting the worries fall off him. this was a mission like any other. cassian had a disguise, and a plan based on all the information luthen had given him—it wasn’t much but it was enough for him. a young daughter of a coruscanti senator, who could be swayed for their course, for the rebellion. estella polis. the name didn’t ring any bells as she probably wasn’t from the most famous of coruscanti families but she still must have enough power for the rebels to be interested in her. now they just had to play their cards right.

as cassian sat at the bar, he could hear talking voices and music but nobody seemed to outright notice him as he had feared. good. he fit right in. now where was she? cassian looked around the room, through the other customers and hostesses lingering around them. luthen had previously sent him her hologram—a flickering blue image of her face—and cassian now recalled it in his mind, along with the other pieces of information he knew about estella; especially the fact that she knew her way around imperial databases. there was something else about her too, although it seemed more like a rumour than verified information: the fact that the adopted daughter of the polis family had magick abilities.

his eyes scanned the room again. and there she was! different from her hologram in the skimpy and low-cut dress but her face remained the same. cassian was sure that this woman was the one he was looking for: estella. although she introduced herself as stella only, but nobody on the run would use their real name. ❝i'm not lonely. i have friends everywhere.❞ a small smile tugged at the corners of cassian's lips. ❝the name's cassian. would you like to have a drink with me? i'm afraid i'm not really familiar with local beverages and you seem to have more experience.❞ he tapped the bar stool next to him.

freedom was forever at the forefront of Estella’s mind, through everything she did. that had been the case for years and years spent up in some of the highest towers in coruscant, watching the stars, admiring the ships that went in and out. never letting herself lose hope, despite her confining circumstances, that she would one day ride one of them, far from coruscant. that one day, she would leave behind the rigid mold her father had jammed her into, for his own political benefit. though it took years, into her adulthood, and a lot of learning how to navigate some very frustrating technology, she’d made that freedom her reality.

stealing a ship had been the easy part. and though she’d found manuals on how to drive the old model, reading was nothing like the real thing. she’d escaped coruscant, but before long, the ship had made an emergency landing, ungracefully crashing into a sandy planet and leaving her stranded. she found work quickly, and ended up spending her days entertaining customers with sweet words and teasing dances. this act, putting on a show to survive, was nothing new to her…but it grew tiresome. she would get free once again, she knew it, she just had to figure out a real plan. and maybe a pilot would help, too.

Estella smoothed down the red fabrics of her slitted skirt as she navigated the club, tucking her most recent customer’s credits under the gold of her top. she might’ve liked the act of dancing, really, but the skimpy outfit and the cuffs that came with it were hardly worth the trouble. in searching the room, she caught sight of a new stranger…seemingly keeping to himself, but she could see his gaze watching her, from the side of the bar. “you look lonely. this is no place to be lonely.” she called over the music, putting on her best smile as she approached him. “my name is Stella. what’s yours?”

// 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 @of-wine-and-blood