#sunshincwitch

[huntedarte]

location: nouveau who: @sunshincwitch

Scents overlap uncomfortably as they stand off to the side, near a painting that they think might have used actual blood in the pigment. Or maybe it was just the way it was so stark on the canvas that their brain imagined it. Either way, it made Arte feel a little queasy, and they moved away in search of something a little less ominous.

Their feet do most of the guiding, no conscious destination in mind, but as they make another circuit around the room, they turn their head at a familiar warmth that licks up their spine, like feeling the sun on their face. Arte approaches slowly, not unlike their earlier meeting in the woods. They still don't know how to trust witches, but Cham has been nothing but helpful, from peanut butter sandwiches to helping get to the bottom of August's problems. "H-hi." they say with a nervous smile. "I didn't know y-you would.. would be h-here tonight." Their words catch slightly in their throat but they force them out in a jumble anyways, even as red flushes across pale cheeks. "You look really pretty."

[elysiumkerr]

closed starter for @sunshincwitch where/when: infamy drag show night

Drag is an art Elyse respects greatly. It's painterly and performance-based, and the artist understands the need to throw your entire body into the work. It's transformative, transgressive, exaggerated, and yet entirely true to life. They like to think that Elysium's works are the same way.

Drag's a lot more fun, though.

You throw a drag show like a party. You open a gallery like a casket viewing. Just take that night at Nouveau... Whatever. Elyse is excited to be here, and is actually surprised to learn Autumn's girlfriend Aria is performing tonight. That was an unexpected bonus to showing up. Autumn's been a little distant lately, but it's fine -- between spending time with Birdie and Cam, the artist has been a little busy herself. Tonight's a night to unwind, burn up that excess energy, and have a little rowdy fun and try to remember it all in the morning.

Elyse sidles up to the bar -- Infamy doesn't do anything as complex as the Knockback unless you know who to ask and what to tell them, but there's still plenty of heavy pours that'll get you where you need to go for the night. With drink in hand, they float to the edge of the room, away from the bulk of the action -- that's where good liquor gets spilled. They turn to someone else standing solo nearby, giving a friendly nod. "A little insider trading," she says over the thump of the music, "the big basket of stuff from Eden's is easily worth, like, $400."