@mint-eyye ♡ for a starter
She never tires of noise, of the hustle and bustle. Biyu’s far more used to expensive dresses swishing on the figures of women hanging ‘pon older men’s arms. Now she can hardly differentiate who is who ; who has the most influence, who’s the richest and prettiest or poorest and pathetic. Everyone is equal here, cloaked in thick fabrics and shadowy hoods. Even when she enters their cafeteria of sorts she recognizes the difference between this and her old life--- they’re all here for salvation, nothing more and nothing less. She spots one of her fellow believers, steering toward him with a click of her heels and toss of her hair.
‘Ray,’ Biyu addresses in confidence, sliding in the seat across from him. Then she looks blankly, wavering just a bit. ‘That’s your name, right?’











