get the moonlight out of your hair

Lily sing me a song of a lass that is gone Harper’s appearance in the doorway of the VlamVloed sends a little thrill through Lily. Not quite butterflies, because lord, how long has it been since she’s been truly nervous with a man? But because he looks good and she’s happy to be out of the house not like she’s living Astor’s lockdown fantasies or anything. She gives him a little wave and waits for him to get his drink, taking a small sip of her own in the meantime. Mmmm… going to have to remember not to be a lush tonight. Flashing a wide, bright smile back at Harper as he sits down, it’s quickly followed by a duck of her head as he compliments her, a blush spreading across her cheeks that no - can’t be seen in the dim light, but the redhead can feel the heat on them. Is there competition? The thought speeds through her mind, in one ear and out the other as she shoots him a look with “Flatterer.” “The Festival of Lights?” A brief nod. “Yeah, I hung a lantern for a lost friend. They’re really quite beautiful when they’re all lit up.” She isn’t sure whether or not she prefers the woods of the beach for this kind of thing, but in the end the result is similar and though she’d been alone in her remembrance the quiet reflection did not go unappreciated. “So how long have you been here? What do you do... " trailing off for a moment, Lily was going to say something else, but switches to finish with "instead of security stuff?” merry of soul, she sailed on a day over the sea to Skye