#ft. ayla

[hayesarcher]

closed starter | @aylaxbinici

"Oh Hey Ayla, how are you doing? Oh I have a quick question to ask you." He couldn't help but remember a couple of nights before, of making Mckinley scream his name in the living room she shared with Ayla. "You weren't in a few nights ago... were you?"

[memoirofanowl]

As the stylus of the gramophone was placed on the record, a Soft music started to come out of the horn, filling the room with nostalgic yet soothing vibes. With one hand folded behind her back, Ayla turned and extended the other one towards a beautifylly dressed Serena "May I have this dance?" //Idk Edith Piaf started to play in my mind and Ayla just pushed me away and rushed here...ignore it if it's inopportune

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The gentle clicking of ice sounds as her drink settles back onto the bar top. A hand cusps the delicate curve of her jaw drawing discerning eyes to scan the bustling streets just outside the storefront window. The young woman watches: for a target, a sign, or for perhaps nothing at all.

Idly Serena adjusts a burgundy strap of her evening gown, held fast between the pulse of her neck and the loose chestnut curls. Sure she looked nice, even elegant in her own right. Though nothing too flashy, nothing exceptional especially for the ritzy east side of town.

Usually there was music to accompany the muddled evening chatter and the sloshing of shaken cocktails; even from the outside of the establishment, passerbies could pick up on the afterthought of notes as they slipped out through a propped door.

“Guess the band is off tonight...”, came a passing thought, the rest of her turning to a attentative bartender, waving off the invitation to top her off.

The sound of half-hearted scratching caught her ear but before she could place it—before she could even turn to look—the first few notes clear the air. Authentic and prodding at a secondhand sense of nostalgia, the witch discovers its source, a gramophone. Something shunted off to an unused corner and what she had initially mistook as an article for show.

However, as this gem of potential caught her attention, she had unintentionally snared the focus of another bar patron. Made apparent by the golden hues against a tanned backdrop that made their way, assuredly, across the bar. In return, this stranger received a look of curiosity, lips turned upwards in a practiced smile.

The approach is genuine and nothing about her form—well fitted in those fine threads—reads as malicious. Though, the evidence of stories untold marbled across her skin tell Serena that she is not incapable of such intentions.

An extended hand. A simple question. And yet they cause her to hesitate. The witch allows herself another glance towards the now quieted, darken streets awaiting just outside. She really shouldn’t...

Yet it is the scratchy notes and gentle swaying of elivated legs that bring about a taste of what she once had; irresistible as it was unavoidable.

“But, of course.”, came a delighted hum, resting her hand into the offered one. Which there is no mistake how much larger her fingers are, being taken into a guiding grip. Though it isn’t until her heels make contact with the wooden planks, politely following in tow, does she fully recognize the difference in size. Serena towers over her, easily by over a foot, and is grateful that she paired some flats with tonight’s attire, even against her navigator’s opinion.

A sneer from one of the other patrons draws her attention away from her partner, watching as they jab their company with an elbow to emphasize the spectacle that is the unlikely pair. But no matter. Intune with her nature, the infiltrator makes herself comfortable on their make-shift dance floor, nestled between the main bar and the dinning area. Her frame settles under a steady grip on her mid-back and the beginning steps of a slow, purposeful ramba feel like a breath of fresh air. Fueling the biased favor she held for a string of notes paired with the unwraveling tension between two beings.

This left the two to sway before a mural of shimmering, hued glass. The bar’s selection on the back wall illuminating the space in a subtle glow.

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