She may be new to her role in purgatory, some angels having been here for ages, but Queenie was passionately determined to do a good job. Step one had been to consciously work on improving on her own shortcomings, namely being more respectful of other’s privacy. Her death had dulled her legilimens abilities, making this a bit easier, but even so the person she passed by was giving off such intense vibes she simply couldn’t ignore it. Assuming that maybe they were new to Sheol she slowly approached, her inquiry gentle. “Hey, you doing alright? If you have any questions I’d be happy to answer them.”
some nights, when roxie’s feeling particularly nostalgic, the blonde can still taste bourbon in the back of her throat and if she tried hard enough, she could feel the burn slowly sliding and settling into her stomach. tonight, she could hardly feel anything. she’d taken to wandering the ever gloomy streets, faux fur lining her beautiful, white coat. even dead, she still managed to keep up appearances. at the sound of a stranger’s voice, roxie slowly tilted her head towards the woman. ‘ i don’t suppose you know any good jazz places nearby, huh ??? ’
