"I'd like to speak to Lady Midnight, if you please."
Times have changed since Dahlia last visited this place. Where once her feet were bare and her clothes ill-fitting, now she arrives dressed in all the finery Stormbreak has to offer, her dark blouse sprayed with silvery constellations, her skirt tight-fitting and accentuating every available curve. Sapphire and silver drips from her ears, neck, hands and wrists, and though the receptionist before her seems as though he might melt in her presence, she's nothing if not gently insistent.
"Now," she prompts, raising her dark brows and nodding for them to scurry off and find Hotaru before the Reaper gets bored and decides to make her own entertainment. Which, let's be honest, might be genuinely thrilling for those in attendance at the House of Midnight. Then again, it might be a living nightmare. Who can say?
Times have changed since Dahlia last visited this place. Where once her feet were bare and her clothes ill-fitting, now she arrives dressed in all the finery Stormbreak has to offer, her dark blouse sprayed with silvery constellations, her skirt tight-fitting and accentuating every available curve. Sapphire and silver drips from her ears, neck, hands and wrists, and though the receptionist before her seems as though he might melt in her presence, she's nothing if not gently insistent.
"Now," she prompts, raising her dark brows and nodding for them to scurry off and find Hotaru before the Reaper gets bored and decides to make her own entertainment. Which, let's be honest, might be genuinely thrilling for those in attendance at the House of Midnight. Then again, it might be a living nightmare. Who can say?
let me put my lips to something
let me wrap my teeth around the world
let me wrap my teeth around the world
