* SHADOW.

best part ? they both have abs u would Die for

❛           if you ask me,  that’s half the fun.          ❜          optimism emanates from her in abundance,  drenching her veil and tongue in one broad-brushed stoke of humour.          it’s a persona so pristinely practiced to the most acute degree,  even vanasha finds it tedious at times to differentiate between the veneer and visage.          ❛          well,  you know what they say     ——     NO RISK,  NO REWARD.         ❜           come dusk,  their efforts would be futile at best,  so while time is in their favour,  she makes a start,  surprisingly nimble and showing little sign of fatigue as vanasha only can do.          ❛          good enough an incentive for me ;   just how high do you feel the chances are of finding ourselves a working hot tub ?          i’ll settle for a warm shower if need be.         ❜          the realistic outcome of finding neither need not be pointed out,  the grim weight of their world apparent in their surroundings.

          ❛           you think meridian troubles itself with trivial notions of games ?          ❜          her indication is in jest,  her grin audible even when one’s back is turned     ——     vanasha couldn’t feign solemn gravitas if she tried.          svelte fingertips are nonetheless cautious in their approach,  raking gingerly through auburn tresses and unable to dismiss the comparison to flames toppling down her shoulders as lava from a volcano,  a natural disaster in her own birthright.          it doesn’t burn to the touch,  nimble in threading sprigs of the blossoms through loose hair and braids alike.          ❛           it’s gorgeous hair,  merchants tell no lie.          ❜

thanks angel   !   apologies for not gettin to this sooner,  but my activity on here’s pretty sporadic     —     either way,  this means a hell of a lot to me since not many people know vanasha,  and she’s pretty minor within her own fandom,  so i’m honoured that you’re enjoying my take on her (~:

          ❛          mine do !          ❜          an unabashed exclamation flutters from her tongue as intrepidly as if she’d been making casual conversation,  perhaps of the glittering jewels at her wrists,  or the diaphanous silks that encase her stature.          ❛          ——well,  on tuesdays,  thursdays,  and sundays.          the rest is free game.          it’s quite the way to live.          ❜          blade in her hand is spun with proficiency,  adept digits making quick work of the handle at her fingertips.          ❛          i’m a far bigger fan of doing rather than thinking.          otherwise,  how do you expect to get anything done ?          ❜