// Ther's no competition //
Not knowing many big words, Nova never has to worry about scaring guys off. If anything, her somewhat ditsy yet blinding personality draws them like moths to a flame - until they realize her fire is as dangerous as it is pretty to look at. Her sister is similarly skilled at luring men in with a bright smile and fluttering lashes, hiding her smarts and cunning like a secret blade hidden beneath her cloak, ready to strike when they least expect it. Nova's isn't nearly as planned.
That doesn't mean she's about to let anyone beat her at this game - even if she doesn't know what the prize is. "Yep! Let's GO!" Then she's bouncing forward into the House of Midnight, her finger pointed forward like a spear leading her into battle, straight past Colt and into the crowd.
An idea is already starting to formulate in her mind as she stumbles (intentionally and unintentionally) towards the bar, grasping at the countertop to peek over the top at the bottles beyond. A considering hum drifts playfully from her lips, "Hmmm... I don't know what I want..."
That doesn't mean she's about to let anyone beat her at this game - even if she doesn't know what the prize is. "Yep! Let's GO!" Then she's bouncing forward into the House of Midnight, her finger pointed forward like a spear leading her into battle, straight past Colt and into the crowd.
An idea is already starting to formulate in her mind as she stumbles (intentionally and unintentionally) towards the bar, grasping at the countertop to peek over the top at the bottles beyond. A considering hum drifts playfully from her lips, "Hmmm... I don't know what I want..."
Nova
// because nobody can be me //
