Reunited || EsmAli
March 6th, 2016 11pm { @esmeralda-fucile }
It had been a long trip home and Djali was exhausted to say the least, but just going home and sleeping wasn’t exactly in his plans. Walking in the front doors of the Court as like walking into a hug that surrounded his entire being, inside and out. There were warm greetings from a few of the familiar faces of patrons and even a hug from one of the show girls as he made his way through the building to Clopin’s office.
He knocked hard on the door, wincing slightly as it jarred his bruised arm. After a moment of silence, he knocked again and still no reply. He pushed open the door and sighed at the empty room. A long moment he spent in the doorway simply taking in the scent and feel of Clopin’s office. It had been much too long, but he couldn’t linger. He needed to find him and report on his findings- or lack there of.
His eyes drifted to the door on the side of the room, the connected room for Clopin’s favorite show girl. She should know. He walked out of Clopin’s office and closed the door behind him before making his way to the front door of the dressing room- more courteous to go in that way.
A quick loud knock before he opened the door and stuck his head in. He didn’t even know who would lay behind it. a lot could change in 8 months. “Hey. Do you know where Clopin is? I need to repo-” His voice came to a halt as his eyes registered the body and face within the dressing room. It was not the one that had been there before, thats for sure. But there was something in her face and the shape of her eyes. Something so familiar, but forgotten over time. Like a long lost sister....no. It couldn’t be, could it? But then her mouth curved in a way that was so her and the door was thrown open wide and he was shouting “Esmeralda!” as he dove across the room and nearly squished her from hugging her so tight.
