iseulxlluā:
ISEUL SHOULDāVE KNOWN. she doesnāt know anyone ballsy enough to follow the sound of shattering glass while wearing heels other than maeve. she knew this girlās life was on the streets, but shit, sheās something else. although, she was a little relieved that she didnāt have to deal with some random punk looking for trouble. iseul, for the most part, can hold her ground, but realistically-ā¦. someone a little over five feet could easily be snatched up.Ā
rubbing her tattooed fingers under her running red nose, she grinned.Ā ānot without tights, i wouldnāt think so. ā iseul began, trying to make the point that it was chilly out. ā-..or are all the soleil girls invincible to the weather too?ā the umbra-girl chuckled to herself while rustling her hair and taking another puff from her cigarette. this girl seemed to easily bring out a more playful side to iseul, which is odd because meave was probably her opposite. she wore pretty dresses, heels and smelled like pretty perfume. every time she laid eyes on maeve, she was a little curious of what sheād look like if did too. as if. the only thing they had in common was their tattoo stained skin, and friends.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā stepping back, she looked over the ground again- finding two bottles and offering them to her.Ā āall yours.āĀ Ā
THEYĀ MUSTĀ BEĀ ANĀ ODDĀ SIGHT, Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā justĀ theĀ twoĀ ofĀ themĀ together,Ā completeĀ oppositesĀ hurlingĀ glassĀ atĀ aĀ brickĀ wall.Ā butĀ bothĀ ofĀ themĀ haveĀ beenĀ hereĀ longĀ enoughĀ toĀ knowĀ thatĀ forĀ keullu,Ā theyĀ donātĀ evenĀ makeĀ theĀ listĀ ofĀ oddĀ duos.Ā everythingĀ aboutĀ thisĀ cityĀ isĀ aĀ littleĀ bitĀ broken,Ā surelyĀ becauseĀ ofĀ peopleĀ likeĀ them,Ā butĀ itĀ doesĀ takesĀ itsĀ tollĀ toĀ liveĀ thisĀ wayĀ too.Ā maeveĀ convincesĀ herselfĀ thatĀ thereĀ isĀ charmĀ inĀ itĀ asĀ well.Ā sheāsĀ neverĀ asked,Ā butĀ sheĀ guessesĀ iseulĀ wouldāveĀ saidĀ otherwise.
     « youādĀ beĀ surprised, » sheĀ replies,Ā herĀ lipsĀ curlingĀ intoĀ aĀ smileĀ asĀ sheĀ winksĀ inĀ theĀ otherĀ girlāsĀ direction.Ā maeĀ looksĀ atĀ theĀ bottlesĀ offeredĀ toĀ her,Ā knowingĀ howĀ unlikeĀ thisĀ isĀ ofĀ anĀ escort,Ā perhapsĀ especiallyĀ oneĀ fromĀ soleilĀ whomĀ wasĀ usedĀ toĀ theĀ finerĀ thingsĀ inĀ life,Ā butĀ somehowĀ iseulĀ makesĀ theĀ linesĀ blur.Ā thereĀ isĀ adrenalineĀ toĀ thisĀ thatĀ sheĀ doesnātĀ findĀ withinĀ theĀ fourĀ wallsĀ ofĀ herĀ safeĀ hotelĀ room.Ā freshlyĀ manicuredĀ fingersĀ curlĀ aroundĀ theĀ glassĀ bottle.Ā evenĀ theĀ mostĀ delicateĀ ofĀ keulluĀ feelsĀ anger,Ā andĀ thatāsĀ whatĀ maeveĀ intendsĀ toĀ channelĀ asĀ sheĀ throwsĀ theĀ bottleĀ againstĀ theĀ wall.Ā forĀ dad.Ā anotherĀ findsĀ contactĀ withĀ theĀ wallĀ directlyĀ after,Ā shatteringĀ toĀ pieces.Ā forĀ everythingĀ heĀ costĀ me. « thankĀ you,Ā iĀ neededĀ that.Ā nowĀ tellĀ meĀ gorgeous,Ā whyĀ areĀ youĀ outĀ hereĀ allĀ aloneĀ ?Ā whatĀ demonsĀ sentĀ youĀ hereĀ ?Ā Ā»






















