Stronger with every loss,
Close on Vesper's heels, Nova arrives in a whirlwind of vibrant colors and glitter. She is coated in the results of her latest contraption, a mad-scientist kind of gleam in her eyes and shimmering sparkles in her wild pink and blonde hair. There's nowhere that the silvery pieces don't touch on her fluttering lavender and blue dress.
Stopping next to her brother, her smile could blind through the darkest of sunglasses. "I brought you a glitter bomb!" She raises it above her head (Lion King style), presenting it to Vox like it's the sun than he might hang in the sky, the clear orb making it easy to see the flecks hidden within. "It'll be so pretty!" And what other explanation does he need? It's glitter and everyone wants to see a giant shower of glitter, even strange staticky weirdos.
Nova brings a glitter bomb! Duh.
Stopping next to her brother, her smile could blind through the darkest of sunglasses. "I brought you a glitter bomb!" She raises it above her head (Lion King style), presenting it to Vox like it's the sun than he might hang in the sky, the clear orb making it easy to see the flecks hidden within. "It'll be so pretty!" And what other explanation does he need? It's glitter and everyone wants to see a giant shower of glitter, even strange staticky weirdos.
Nova brings a glitter bomb! Duh.
brighter with every win
Nova
