@nightxrchid ( cough. gaze strays sheepishly. she wasn’t supposed to get caught staring. )
it’s . . . well—— the mora ? it uhm—— it’s more than . . . i get to see each week for sure . . .
@monds_outrider_ ( playing along, allowing the other to tug her hand. )
hm . . . i took over . . . her body and possessed her ! ! ! ( soft giggles follow ; yes, layla is completely sober … )
+ “ a safe return would be . . . appreciated . . ! “ she beams, feeling much more at ease with the other’s presence to escort her back. as she begins to follow his lead, she gasps.
“ ah ! where are my manners . . . i’m layla ! “
for a moment, she can only stare in awe at the stranger’s agile form. mouth agape for a few long seconds, before she returns his smile, albeit sheepishly.
“ ah . . . i was curious about what the night sky . . . looks like from here. “ +
ᅟᅟ
ᅟᅟred smoke billows around her,
ᅟᅟtaking the form of a fae. swift,
ᅟᅟagile attacks are designed to
ᅟᅟtake down enemies. the fae
ᅟᅟassumes a knightly stance after
ᅟᅟconcealing his weapon, turning
ᅟᅟ
ᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟ+
ᅟᅟ
+ a soft, nervous laugh follows, as she looks up at the fae, to take in his features. “ i didn’t realize . . . how far i wondered . . . “
shaking her head softly.
“ thank you for . . . saving me there, mister noy ! i don’t know what i would’ve done . . . “ +
+ “ no need to . . . explain yourself ! come ! get comfy —— “ practically ushering him in —— “ do you need . . . some water perhaps ? or i’m sure i have . . . some rose custard . . . it’s cold too ! “
“ you’re more than . . . welcome to stay for as long as you need ! “ now that he’s closer, she’s able to inspect his face a little better.
“ did something . . . happen ? you’re entirely . . . uhm—— * red . . “ she trails off, before shaking her head. +
⠀
" i'm . . haah . . very sorry ! for . . intruding . i just need a place to stay for the night . . ? "
he leans against the doorway , his eyes practically glowing from all that built up energy .
" and , uh . . cool off . i won't be long , promise . "
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+ skin as skirt falls around her waist. it’s almost perfect, save for one slight problem : the intricate lacing of her corset. complicated, in the way a scholar who’s never dressed up before, hasn’t a clue how to navigate.
soft steps lead her towards lover before +