#ayla 002.

“Is anyone supposed to know what the fuck that is?” Tommy whispered to his friend, nodding toward the sculpture in front of them—a massive clay structure covered in varying shades of green, scattered feathers, and a plaque that simply read PAIN in bold, all-caps lettering. The name of the piece, he guessed? It didn’t do much to explain it. After a beat, he shook his head and brought his vape to his lips. “Obviously the artist knows what the hell they’re doin’ if this shit’s goin’ for millions. Beats me, though. If I’m buyin’ art for my place, I wanna at least know what the hell it is.” He shrugged, eyes sliding over to Ayla. “Still—kinda cool to be around shit this expensive, ain’t it? Feels like I’m infiltrating some weird secret club.” A smirk tugged at his mouth as vape smoke curled lazily from the corners of his lips. “What do you think?”

Sulk in the corner, that’s mostly what the abomination wanted to do as the faerie court dragged his demonic ridden body to their little bash. He’d give them this much, the theatrics were incredible and while the whole place was way too close to the Inferno for his current liking— they really were outstanding when it came to cruelty. Isaac supposed some of the most beautiful creatures usually were, just like the one he cozied up to in the dense crowd. Her dress was practically a work of art and the demon figured if Viola laid eyes on this one, she would be more than intrigued. Maybe the two already had, though that little detail could work itself out later as footing moved himself into her main eyesight. “N'as-tu pas l'air ravissante,” ravishing, yes, but also like a threat and while his complaints would leave his gold-tinted lips eventually, Isaac couldn’t possibly miss the opportunity for a compliment. A single finger laced itself into her palm before meeting her checks for a kiss, “I don’t suppose you’ve eaten or drank any of their specialties?”