#ofeisley

[devilishsmiles-blog1]

‘ oh god, um… oh my god, i fucking hate this. ’ - eisley

SENTENCE STARTERS !!

            balthazar, had his arm linked with his servants as they walked through the grand doors into a charity event that he was —– of course —– invited to. he made sure that his servant was dressed appropriately for the night, knowing that her appearance will not only bring ease to any children of poverish backgrounds meet a woman such as eisley and share her own story to them but in favor of those who would benefit him down the line. the night would be long and eisley’s comment had only made him chuckle as he nods to those who greet him, flashing smiles as he always did.  

                     ❛❛  i quite enjoy this —– charity events such as these, i know where my credits are being used. besides, i do enjoy making sure that these children are fed properly, housed in a clean place, and clothed. they deserve it. ❜❜

               the politician eyes her for a moment, admiring the dress she had worn for the occasion. a dress he had bought her earlier this week that fit her quite nicely, gravitating down to whisper in her ear,

                    ❛❛  unless you’d prefer to do something more… intimate before we meet the public? ❜❜

[ofjakkus-blog]

👑 …someone my muse is jealous of.

Jealousy has been a common emotion for Rey growing up, though over time she has learned to become grateful for the things she does have rather than envious over the things that she doesn’t. Now, she’s kept that mindset with her, though it doesn’t mean she doesn’t experience a bit of trivial jealousy now and then. Most recently, Rey found herself a bit jealous of the luxurious clothing that Eisley’s master gave her to wear, but she didn’t hold any harsh feelings towards the girl herself, quickly remembering her situation and deciding she wouldn’t want to be in that position - even if it did mean wearing pretty dresses to fancy events. Besides, that likely wouldn’t be Rey’s thing, anyway.

[glittergleam]

@ofeisley

She loves Coruscant more at night than any other time. At night, the whole planet glows. Rhynna still remembers that view when the shuttle she was crammed on first landed, all the promise in the neon glitter. Wealth and glamour at first, and then dirt and grime underneath, inevitable. Personally, she's found her place somewhere in between. It's a good place for her, more comfortable than she ever was back at home, but there's always something new coming down the line.

Tonight's been a good night. Lively crowd, some signature numbers, and Rhynna kicked off the heels she likes to dance in, exchanging for a pair of sensible flats. The club's too dark for most people to notice, and anyone who decides to comment about how she shrunk a few inches is going to get a kick in the shins for their trouble.

Either way, she slips up to the bar, giving a grin at the bartender. What catches her eye, though, is the girl lurking in the crowd Out of place doesn't even begin to cover it. Normally Rhynna might look the other way, just ignore it as someone a little uncomfortable with the clientele of the bar. Today, though, she's in a good mood. So she orders a second drink, her grin at its best and brightest, and keeps the questions simple as she moves close enough to grab her attention. Hopefully it won’t spook her, but Rhynna doesn’t personally think she looks that intimidating, all things considered. ❛❛ You okay, sweetheart? Waiting for someone? ❞