Apr 20, 2014
+ royce (and others)
The first thing Monsoon noticed when she walked into that cozy, disgusting little pub is that the ceiling was high, almost like a bird house. Filled to the brim with mockingbirds and pigeons, the establishment made the businesswoman's nose twitch. As she took her seat next to a man with butterfly eyes. Upon closer inspection, she realized that this man was odd. This made her eyes brighten like nothing else. Perhaps he was a beast. Maybe he had lived many lives. Either way, Monsoon flashed him a prettier smile than what she was used to and straightened out her dress.
"You have very lovely hands. Have zey ever been read?"