The shadow took it. It clattered to the floor. Isla turned around
and went. "Try that again," she called softly. "See what happens."
She went down the steps, holding the handrail.
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature
Seara wasn't wearing their armour. They weren't wearing their hood.
They were wearing a deep red suit, trim to their fit, with a a
tipped bowl hat angled off their mischievous grinning face.
Underneath, they wore a black shirt, with a burgundy tie that
brought out the rim on their bowl hat. They spread their arms and
gave a twirl, their blonde hair free and surprisingly long. They
stopped in front of her and grinned, cocking their head to the
side.
"You like?" they asked.
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature
Seara couldn't believe what was going on. Me... Seara... with
someone else. Dancing.
They'd never been able to keep a friend, let alone a lover. Who
could blame the people? Their swinging moods, their prickliness...
the general dislike of others. And they were with someone...
Someone like Grimm. How could someone so sweet be-
The two twirled and Seara's breath caught in their throat. She was
so beautiful when she smiled. They felt themself flushing.
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature
*Grimms mask was a bright show of pink from the amount sh was
blushing*
*she couldn’t believe she actually was dancing with someone, not
even two years ago she was looking for a place to stay, barely
making by*
Seara couldn't believe they were actually dancing with someone. Not
even two years ago the only touch they'd ever had with someone was
on the negative or familial spectrum. How... They swallowed and
turned to face Grimm.
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature