#iris beckett

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closed starter @wcvenwcb // halloscream // anywhere

Francesca was unapologetically a musical junkie, and she wore that title with pride. Music was her passion, a vibrant thread woven into the fabric of her life. Though she couldn’t carry a tune to save her life, she more than made up for it by mastering the intricacies of musical accompaniment, spending countless hours immersed in melodies and harmonies. When she spotted an old friend dressed as one of her favorite musical heroines, a mischievous grin spread across her face, her excitement bubbling over. “Come to me, my Angel of Music,” she called out in a low, teasing voice, trying her best to disguise her identity. With a playful flourish, Francesca popped up behind Iris, spinning her around with a dramatic twirl.

“F-A-B-U-L-O-U-S,” she sang, her eyes sparkling as she took in the stunning details of Iris’s costume. “You look amazing! But I expect an explanation about you and Jordan. How dare you keep something like that from me?” She feigned indignation, her tone light and teasing, but the warmth in her smile betrayed just how delighted she was to see her friend. The night was alive with laughter and music, and Francesca couldn’t wait to dive into the stories that lay behind that fabulous costume.

[totallyjazzed]

"so how's the-"

[dru-dgery]

Once More 'Round The Sun. || Iris & Dru

Time had a tendency to repeat itself as it unwound the supreme coil of mortality in seconds and days and years, familiarly frittering away in a progressive action. Minor differences be damned, it was an afternoon that was much like one of the past when two bodies who had met before were destined to meet once more.

Monir was alight with colors that delighted the eyes, festooned in streamers strung across crowded streetscapes and showered in slips of confetti that fluttered like psychedelic finches upon a steady breeze. Flowers plush with bloom and blossom hung in florid beauty over planter boxes that dotted a wealth of windows, while fresh-baked goods and festival foods filled in the odiferous gap, enticing eager noses and even more edacious stomachs of passersby to stop and surrender coin for such sweet meats and self-ascribed heavenly treats.

Everyone, it seemed, was out to enjoy the warm weather. The sun had taken an askew perch in the domed sky, and its consistent creeping toward the horizon would soon paint the clouds in prismatic hues, alter the atmosphere away from softly sea-based blue to a vibrancy that was unfalteringly fiery. Until then, however, buxom beauties flirted with the various vendors scattered about, and chipper children darted through unsuspecting legs and alleyways. The deeper one delved into this commotion the more confounding it became; the sights and sounds and smells tugged at the senses in an effort to induce something similar to a bout of hyperkulturemia on the cusp of materializing in the middle of it all.

The center of the extraordinary town was marked with a circle dance that was a few layers deep. Arm in arm, townsfolk – friends and strangers alike – stepped along their predictable paths with a pace that was jaunty, in the very least. As skirts swayed and feet stomped along, this aggregate of activity was where destiny paid its dues. A tall figure adorned in the suffocating folds of sanguine silks, a blur of red like blood streaking across one’s line of vision, reached out to snatch up another.

Death's arm ensnared a passing girl whose hair was as illuminated as their surroundings. He pulled her into his danse macabre, all intricate steps and dizzying descent; a pied-piper pursuit in a sea of unknowing, undulating cheer.

"Come along," were his words, an ill-note to the charming song that was conjured from the strummed strings and hammered chimes of a nearby gathering of minstrels.