#elnorbones

          apolline is sitting on the floor of the tattoo parlor, her legs crossed in front of her and fleur locked away safely in her arms, protected from the violent storm outside. she wishes she could sleep through the turmoil too. her gaze wanders across the room, until it finally lands on an all too familiar woman -- someone apolline hasn’t seen in a while. her lips form an entertained smile, and she gives eleanor bones a long look. “don’t worry, she’s not leo’s,“ she finally says and nods to fleur, her smile becoming more teasing. “if that’s what you’re thinking.”