#emeraldspectacle

[doveofwar]

emeraldspectacle || Starter Call

          Mombi had heard Evanora would be here, talking to some of the town officials. She had been careful, always hiding in the shadows, watching her interact with others. As soon as she was alone, she showed herself by stepping away from the shadows. She had shown herself before, always like someone passing by, she couldn’t help herself, she needed to show her face.

         She nodded towards the other brunette, waited for a second, opened her mouth to say something, but decided against it and tried to walk away again.

[cruelonlytobekindarchived]

"Pardon My Hand" //#yoloth

Send 'Pardon My Hand' For My Muse's reaction to Yours sneaking up behind them and slipping their hand between My Muse's Legs..

Status: Not accepting oh my god you people evidently all want to fuck her (I don't blame you I would also pardon my own hand).

So she doesn't expect it and she isn't thinking about it. She's just standing there patiently rifling through papers and she isn't wearing any pants, just those rose pink boy shorts and that black t-shirt, until Evanora almost frightens the hell out of her and her stomach drops and jumps in that way it will, until she relaxes and her jaw clicks at the tense feeling she's trying to shake off.

"U-- Umm--" she blinks, clears her throat, partially glances back at the other and realizes it's entirely possible she's flushed a little darker than intended, "--did I-- have I missed-- something..?"

[madame-tremaine-moved-blog]

[ squints at and considers the ship. Nora has money. If that isn't attracting enough, she is in a position of power. ]

[ yES PLLEASE! Give me all the femslash! ^.^ and yeah that’s the only way to attract Tremaine lol ]

[cruelonlytobekindarchived]

“You’ll be alright, no one can hurt you now.”

Calming sentence starters.

Status: Hella accepting

There's the way bright blue eyes look up and she's glancing at Evanora, her arms right around her knees, trembling like a leaf. It's dark and of course her phone is in her bedroom, leave it to her luck the power would go out when she was downstairs trying to make a pot of tea in the middle of the night. And it takes a bit before the other finds her, pressed into a ball under the kitchen counter, her eyes squeezed shut.

She knows it isn't logical. But when it's as dark outside as it is inside her head, she feels a distinct, unfathomable fear. When she opens her mouth to speak, no words come out. And honestly, she can't even remember when she started crying.

[cruelonlytobekindarchived]

Annie or Cassie? //cackles.

Make me choose between:

_________ or _________

She pauses. This question is hard, and unfair. Her expression is somewhat upset-- eyebrows wrinkle together. She thumbs along her throat-- the nervous gesture that is all hers. She tilts her head, and speaks in a quiet voice, "Andromeda. How do you live without the part of you that makes you you? Andromeda. I-- I know, I get it. I'm a bad person. No one ever assumed me to be good, but--"