"๐๐ฏ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ต๐ต ๐ฑ๐ธ๐ถ๐ฎ,
๐๐ฑ๐ ๐ญ๐ธ๐ฎ๐ผ ๐ฒ๐ฝ ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ต ๐ผ๐ธ ๐ช๐ต๐ธ๐ท๐ฎ?"
๐ธ#RWBYRP
๐ธNot new to verse
๐ธNew to Velvet
๐ธN/SFW (NSFW with chemistry)
๐ธPenned by #Melanqolia
๐ธMultiship
๐ธDetailed rp
๐ธEither very fluffy or very angsty
Velvet wasn't at Beacon, obviously. She'd moved on with her life, but a part of her would forever be in that school, and a piece of it in her.
Now that Esper was there, the piece of her in it was now technically true.
She decided to text the young woman out of the blue
๐ฒ: Hey
"You're old enough to drink, right?"
The Saint lifted a hand to prepare another drink, pausing to make sure she wouldn't be in the wrong preparing one for her former student as well.
"Things are going better on my end, haven't had a drink yet though." She watched the other drink for a few seconds before finding words to say.
"Haven't exactly been up to much recently so just hanging out is a big departure from the norm."
"Just... questioning my path in life. Maybe I shoulda stopped with the whiskey a few bottles ago, I don't do introspective well..."
Despite her rambling, she tossed back another glass before smiling over at the shutterbug.
Shutterbun?
"What about you? How are things?"