chaosnmagic.
✶·˚. Natalya feels her cheeks warm up. Being with Sloane was easy. Their conversations and the relationship between them felt natural, no need for pretending. Her lips curving in a bright smile, she says, “Please, you deserve all the compliments. You look beautiful, I bet the designer of your dress would name it after you if they saw how it looks on you. ” She nods the waiter a thank you and brings the glass to her lips. As soon as she takes a sip of her wine, she notices it tastes different. Like it doesn’t even taste like liquid… almost like ash… yes, it tastes like ash and dust. —- Suddenly, she remembered something, a faint memory that she had forgotten or more likely, refused to remember. Warzone, magic, the feeling of dying — “ Shit !! ” The glass slipped from her fingers and shattered into tiny pieces, the wine – huh, not dust, spilling onto the ground. “ Oh, god, Sorry !! I just - ” experienced the first stage of madness ?? “ Uh, I felt dizzy for a moment. ”
a feeling of pride - that she, SLOANE LI gets to make a girl like natalya to blush like this. she’s feeling proud of herself, a wide grin upon sloane’s lip and she’s PLEASED - shoulders wiggling with happiness. “ i find that hard to believe, but fine; i’ll settle and say we’re BOTH the best looking women in the room. you just happen to be number one. ” she drinks her wine mindlessly, taking everything in. she’s happy; to be here, here with natalya, and just ... living. but brown eyes will be brought to the other; brows crinkling. she can’t help but think SOMETHING is happening. but sloane doesn’t hesitate to get up, already helping natalya up and checking her hands. “ it’s just wine. are you okay ? your hands ? ”








