#m. dove

[frightes-a]

MOONEE LOVED THE POPPY HOUSE. sure it was filled with questionable figures but there was never a dull moment. after being around humanity for so long it was nice to be somewhere that didn't care for the rules of society. when you lived as long as them things like fidelity and true love seemed futile. she tossed her red curls over her shoulder, batting her eyelashes over towards gen. "c'mon, you should live a little. it doesn't have to be all doom, gloom, and backrooms." she knew that she wasn't alive in the same way that human were, but that didn't mean that they had to lock themselves away from the world completely.

"there's this little club i sing at during the week, we should go to their seventies night. it's thursday." she shimmed her shoulders before grabbing the others hand to try and twirl her. "there will be dancing and some karaoke. it's low stakes and it's not like we'd see anyone you'd know." it would be safe, she could make sure of that. "try and tell me that you aren't just dying to get all dolled up for something."

@slashaer

[frightes-a]

SHE LOVED MARRIAGE SEASON. while she was resigned to the fact that half of these people would end up unhappy she found the celebratory drinking was good for her pockets. moonee would deny it if asked but she had grown accustomed to some of her regulars. namely the second eldest bridgerton. opera singers are where suitors ran to avoid their nagging mamas, and normally moonee is a willing participant unless their are any musings of love on the brain. she was clever enough to keep the bridgerton's at an arm's length for matters of the hard. they were soft on the inside, susceptible to go gooey and lovestruck at any moment.

"i told them to keep rakes and rapscallions out of my dressing rooms." she chided. her face was still painted from the show and she wasted no time grabbing drinks for them. "how is the ton? have you told them i've missed them terribly?" the cherub tilted her head, taking a sip of her drink. "although they seem to have you quite enthralled. has someone finally caught your eye?"

@regencis

[frightes-a]

PICTURE THIS. karaoke, the lingering smell of smoke, and a five foot two cupid being dragged off stage. she had only sung three songs and a proper karaoke requires at least five. so what the strawberry daiquiris had turned into taking shots with strangers at the bar. the staff should be grateful that she didn't dance on the bar top during material girl, despite wanting to moonee refrained. she tossed her curls over her shoulder when she caught sight of the hound that had been sent to fetch her. if heaven couldn't have her then it was hell she had to be contained to. her pitstop on earth was nothing more than a little fine.

she pulled up to a barstool next to him, grabbing a cup of water as the guy behind them wailed to i'm gonna be. "took you long enough." moonee chided. there's a bright grin through too much lipstick. "you were supposed to duet with me to bring me to life, but you showed up late! don't worry there will always be next time." she downed the rest of the glass. "but we can't stay here - they've already cut me off."

@goblincaptain