enemies to lovers, but you'll never own my heart
Somehow the Attuned has never crossed paths with the bar in what was essentially her backyard. She’d ventured to many other places within Haulani – the various shops and cafes, even the brothel, but the young woman had never actively gone and scouted out the Hanged Man. Tonight, however, that changes – with nothing else to do and her siblings likely off causing some kind of scene elsewhere – the Attuned makes her way into the bar.
Hair pulled back into a messy bun and a not too thick jacket keeps her warm for the meantime, hiding a golden sundress beneath it as she hops up onto the barstool and orders a mojito, taking in the sights and sounds of a relatively rambunctious group toward the back, arguing over a lost bet.
Hair pulled back into a messy bun and a not too thick jacket keeps her warm for the meantime, hiding a golden sundress beneath it as she hops up onto the barstool and orders a mojito, taking in the sights and sounds of a relatively rambunctious group toward the back, arguing over a lost bet.
Calypso
one-sided, it's pathetic how you think you're being smart







