status: closed for @lucrezia-venus time & date: tuesday the 6th (ish), evening location: ari’s nice hotel room
since belen stayed over, ari had been left alone with her own hauntings, enjoying the fancy room by herself. it wasn’t a surprise when luce emerged from the other side a bit... off, a bit different; ariadne had expected as such, deep down. nothing felt normal, anyway, and she had no idea how luce would react to the massive amounts of news that was thrown at her so soon. the introduction of lixue, the capture and prophecy about roland, jack’s death, asteria’s trickery into purgatory; it was a lot, even ari’s head swam. so despite her urge to recoil, lock herself away and hide from them all... she couldn’t, not entirely.
instead, she offered her safe haven of isolation to luce. with a jacuzi tub, a large screen tv, and plush blankets and pillows on the bed reserved all for her, mint and slippers set nearby, it should be something of a vacation, a relaxing retreat... if only things were different. not to mention, ariadne’s hair was a flaming bright color, raven color ruined with dye, and now a neon sign of pinks and orange. god, ari was almost more worried about what luce would have to say about that than anything else.
“there is cute little miniature bottles of vodka in the mini fridge,” the witch gestured to the appliance, reclined on her own bed, flipping through a magazine... as if it were all normal, but her eyes spoke of knowing as she gazed at luce. “i am ashamed to admit, i am not sure what quite to offer you in comfort.”