#eavasilisa

ideally, freyja wouldn’t be caught dead in the middle of a crowd without her bombspells, but this was thronecoming, and she guessed there was a first for everything - including bitchslapping someone in front of a hundred or so people. but, digressing, freyja breathed in, feeling the tight corset of her bright red ball gown pressing against the sides of her rather spectacular, grimm-given hips.

with heels clicking against the marble dance floor with every step, she bypassed the other happy students, twirling their partners on the dance floor, to walk over to her girlfriend. those sharp features, despite the mask, was distinguishable, especially since freyja’s lips have memorized every line and contour of vasilisa’s face.

“good evening, angel,” she began, nickname a bitter spell at the tip of her tongue. she reached out, palm outward as an offer. “care to dance?” subtly, freyja leaned closer, voice a lower tone then before, and added, “let’s talk.”

@eavasilisa

As soon as the poster hanging from a bulletin board had been spotted, the oft quiet boy had jumped for joy, making a noise distinctly inhuman. There was never a thought of the danger present in joining a rambunctious crowd at Red Shoes to see the concert of a lifetime. Back in Hood Hollow, he’d have never gotten the chance to attend and wasn’t about to squander the opportunity.

Wearing his finest clothes, meaning the only pair of pants in his possession lacking grass stains or tears from stray branches, he practically skipped the whole way into Book End and sidled into the club with only a bare hint of nervousness. The show hadn’t even begun yet, but the mass of bodies pressed together on the dance floor had knots twisting in an oft tangled stomach. Groaning low, the youth clutched at his middle, eyes squeezing shut. “Oh pixie dust!”

Cardinal did not handle crowds well. At all.

FIRSTS

First heartbreak. His first word is “Mama” and we all know how it went down with the Snow Queen. 

First mark. Evil marks him, takes him for its possession, and it burns like crazy. 

First love. “Hi I’m Kaya, what’s your name? you don’t have a name? well uhmm… how about Kay? Kay sounds nice right?”