iseulxllu:
ISEUL SHOULD’VE KNOWN. she doesn’t know anyone ballsy enough to follow the sound of shattering glass while wearing heels other than maeve. she knew this girl’s life was on the streets, but shit, she’s something else. although, she was a little relieved that she didn’t have to deal with some random punk looking for trouble. iseul, for the most part, can hold her ground, but realistically-…. someone a little over five feet could easily be snatched up.
rubbing her tattooed fingers under her running red nose, she grinned. “not without tights, i wouldn’t think so. ” iseul began, trying to make the point that it was chilly out. “-..or are all the soleil girls invincible to the weather too?” the umbra-girl chuckled to herself while rustling her hair and taking another puff from her cigarette. this girl seemed to easily bring out a more playful side to iseul, which is odd because meave was probably her opposite. she wore pretty dresses, heels and smelled like pretty perfume. every time she laid eyes on maeve, she was a little curious of what she’d look like if did too. as if. the only thing they had in common was their tattoo stained skin, and friends. stepping back, she looked over the ground again- finding two bottles and offering them to her. “all yours.”
THEY MUST BE AN ODD SIGHT, just the two of them together, complete opposites hurling glass at a brick wall. but both of them have been here long enough to know that for keullu, they don’t even make the list of odd duos. everything about this city is a little bit broken, surely because of people like them, but it does takes its toll to live this way too. maeve convinces herself that there is charm in it as well. she’s never asked, but she guesses iseul would’ve said otherwise.
« you’d be surprised, » she replies, her lips curling into a smile as she winks in the other girl’s direction. mae looks at the bottles offered to her, knowing how unlike this is of an escort, perhaps especially one from soleil whom was used to the finer things in life, but somehow iseul makes the lines blur. there is adrenaline to this that she doesn’t find within the four walls of her safe hotel room. freshly manicured fingers curl around the glass bottle. even the most delicate of keullu feels anger, and that’s what maeve intends to channel as she throws the bottle against the wall. for dad. another finds contact with the wall directly after, shattering to pieces. for everything he cost me. « thank you, i needed that. now tell me gorgeous, why are you out here all alone ? what demons sent you here ? »
