#fireversed

                       curious, raja  turned again to the dance floor. She was surrounded by such ELEGANCE. Perhaps she was misplaced as she stood there in her simple garb. The entertainer was grateful her companion could see beyond petty society.  

                 ❛  I’m glad I haven’t managed to waste your time, this evening. ❜   Raja confessed. She found herself drawn again to the dance. She adored the LIBERATION. It was a brief release of her woes, her heart light and smile shining. Raja understood her companion’s hesitation. To wield such power with an ever present grace was admirable. The entertainer’s teeth sank into her lower lip. She took a step in approach to the rest of the company, extending a hand to her majesty with a bow of her head.   ❛  Perhaps, it might be time to change that, if I may be so bold? ❜

“Pleasant company and conversation is never a waste of time,” she stated simply. Truthfully Elsa was glad that someone like Raja, who was not a born and bred noble or royal of comparable status, felt comfortable speaking to her. She fully believed that a true queen was not only willing, but glad to converse with all manner of people. If she wasn’t approachable to the common people—being approachable at all was still a new, thrilling phenomenon for Elsa—how effective of a ruler could she possibly be?

Catching the flash of uncertainty in Raja’s expression, Elsa was about to inquire, only for surprise to color her own features as the redhead bowed and extended a hand. On its own accord the hesitation of old crept back into her heart, causing her fingers to twine loosely at her middle. But as quickly as it had returned, the queen banished her ridiculous reluctance with a firm reminder: she was in control now. The ice didn’t command her any longer, which meant that for once in her life there was nothing stopping her from enjoying this event to the fullest. It seemed that old habits were indeed hard to break.

Uma waltzed into the the TATTOOMB as if she’d owned the place herself. Of course, in her own mind, she DID own it. The Isle was on its way up again, and she was going to be the one to do it. Due to most of her crew bailing on her, the witch needed to do some searching around the villains’ home. That was how she’d come to such a shady shop like this. She hoped all the needles were INFECTED. Especially because this was where most of her traitorous crew got their tattoos. 

panic manifesting in every action ; shaking fingers pressed to evie’s side . soaking the jacket she’d barked orders at ben to give her in crimson red . breathing ragged , heart beating rapidly ; trying and failing to cultivate an calm exterior . blood continues to pool , causing shuddering breaths to be taken in . glance shifting rapidly up to raja , the first aid kid nestled close to her .  “ please tell me you know how to do stitches . “ desperation evident ,  voice low . barely restrained from cracking .  had never been this TERRIFIED .

        Maude offers a shake of her head, earrings swinging with the motion in a way that makes the stolen diamonds catch the reflections of the dim lighting. She’s had her eye on the young woman all night- she’s very good at cards, it seems. She would be impressed, but of course, she herself is better. And, besides- Maude cheats.

        She gestures to the bartender, offering him a smile and a nod when he sets the glass before her on the counter. ❝My, my,❞ she sighs, glancing towards her new companion with a look of relatable understanding. ❝Men. They’re all such poor losers, especially to a lady. It’s a real shame, don’t you think?❞

"Oh fuck, sorry. Was that yours?” Aurora winced as she set down the drink she just took a rather large gulp from. As she noticed her own mug of ale on the other side of her (and no one sitting there), it seemed the most likely case. Turning towards the woman beside her, Aurora flashed an apologetic grin. 

“Maker’s balls, I’m tired.” The multiple, fresh looking scars dotting her face and arms backed her up easily enough. Aurora blew a stray, blonde lock that came loose from her braids out of her face. “I’ll get you a new one if you want. I can get ‘em free. Which, y’know, works out because that’s about how much the drinks here are worth.”