" at first, i had thought it strange ... " lunafreya starts in earnest, words calm and elegant against the muted rancor of the bar around them. she's dressed in a dark cloak, one that swallows her from the top, but below, out peek two feet, fitted in an expensive pair of heels, both daintily tangled in the barstool. though her cowl is up, loose platinum hairs bracket a sapphire gaze that begins at his hands, and ends at his face.
at this late hour, several patrons seemed complacent in their drunkeness, or already on their way out. in her mind, it was the perfect time to talk up a stranger. even if she had a pretty good idea of his identity, as well as general demeanor. the fulgurian ... she could sense him beneath the skin even at this distance. she's sat adjacent to him, the rim of her wine glass joining with her lips in a patient sip, before returning to his attentions. " but upon further inspection ... i'd like to think you suit your ' eikon ' quite well. " / @telamn