She nods in understanding, yet can’t help but chuckle at the matter a bit.
“It sounds like drug dealing for HRT. Hah… early bird gets the worm, as they say. Guess I’ll be sprouting some wings.”
"It's no trouble, really. I'm well connected in the city."
Waving off the concern with her hand before stuffing both into the pockets of her suit pants, looking off to the side thoughtfully.
"I know someone off the coast who usually has that inventory, supply goes fast though."
“Permanent is definitely a more fitting option in my case...”
She looked down at herself with a slight sense of dissatisfaction, but shook the feeling away quickly to give Diana a reassuring smile.
“No pressure, but really — I thank you for wanting to help. Just let me know.”
"Ah? My magic doesn't only work on myself."
Diana stood in contemplation for a moment, shifting her hips to one side as she brought a hand up to her chin.
"But I assume you're looking for a more permanent solution. I'll keep an eye out for you."
“Oh well. I almost would’ve asked who your estrogen supplier is, but alas.”
Yvette rests against the wall again with a laugh, finishing off the joint and stamping it out into the concrete.
Diana raises an eyebrow at the comment before uncrossing her arms, pressing her hands to her own chest to trace over the curve of them.
"Well, let's be honest," she started, pausing her hands on her hips. "I already had a good set in my normal form"
"And my secret? Just magic."
Yvette pauses mid-drag to look the woman up and down skeptically, when suddenly it clicks. She hums to herself in amusement, blowing out the smoke away from Diana before returning her attention towards her and tapping her chin thoughtfully.
“Geez, I never knew you were-
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"My friend... I think the blunt is hitting a bit too hard."
No, Diana, it's not the blunt. It may be the boobs!
Takes a step closer, her heels artfully clacking against the pavement as she crossed her arms.
"Don't say you've forgotten me already?"
“Ah…?”
Yvette squinted, trying to piece together what she found so familiar about the woman before her.
“You wouldn’t be the first, uh, grey individual I have had the pleasure of meeting. What a wonderful coincidence that is!”
It seems she hasn’t caught on.
"Apologies, my fanged fellow."
Diana walked out from the shadow of the overhead fire escape, reaching up to curl her nail in the side bangs of her black hair as she approached.
"My color palette is all shades of grey, it wouldn't be easy."
It was time for an “evening stroll”.
Yvette weaved through the dwindling city streets, ducking behind and hopping over any last remnants of sunlight left of the day. She reluctantly approached a quiet alleyway, slipping through into the space with a sigh.
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The woman leaned up against the wall, fumbling in one pocket for her lighter and in the other for a joint. She carefully lit it, taking a drag in silence.
From the corner of her eye, she spotted @damicelvoiden and sputtered in surprise, trying to no avail to quell-
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◜ Should go without
saying — MDNI
accounts DNI. I’m 17.
No explicit NSFW
interaction allowed.
Shipping is allowed
if it is tame.
No C/TW for now.
Everything’s subject
to change. ◞
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◜ Writer goes by June.
Very inconsistent with
writing, but I have 5+
years of experience.
All free to interact,
I don’t bite :3<
I am 17 — please be
normal especially if
we are not friends. ◞
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◜ Personality 。
Yvette is a cunning
and charismatic
woman. She often
behaves theatrically
and playfully.
Many think her
outward presentation
is a shield for her
vulnerability. ◞
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◜ Yvette Murcielago。
140 year old vampire,
she/him pronouns.
Transfem demisexual
lesbian.
Owner and sole
operator of the cafe
under the name
“Blood Brew”. ◞
ART BY WRITER
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