Brooke Elijah Telford.
- daughter of cait telford
- sister of padraic telford
- niece of filip ‘chibs’ telford
- barmaid & general good time girl
- knows her way around a bike
- personality of a fruitloop
[#SOARP][OC]
G R A C I O U S H E R A ;x
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she carries fury so strong to remind her enemies she is not the weakness they perceive, but the oncoming storm. [🦚✨]
@TattooTayTay “To church, of course. The seventh day of the week is the holy day after all. Must confess my sins.”
The flash of an angelic expression could be seen right through, enjoying the admiration he gave.
“But if you wanted a sneak peak, I’ll be finished here within the hour.”
@TattooTayTay “Glad to be of service.”
Her reply came with a hushed tone, admiring the parts of him she could see, her imagination filling in the blanks.
“Those aesthetics are here six days a week, incase you wanted to visit again.”
@TattooTayTay “A tip that will be grateful accepted.”
Her lashes fluttered cutely, teeth tugging at her lower lip, getting a little lost in that burning stare as she leaned against the bar, inevitably closer to him.
“Enjoying the view?”
@TattooTayTay “There, much better.”
Flashes him a smirk, reaching to grab a cold beer, popping off the cap and sliding it across the bar towards him.
“On the house, considering you’ve been so very charming.”