💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance.
It wasn't uncommon these days to find the two locked in such a manor, Divine knew how much Kurlaz missed the old days when highblood trolls near and far threw huge parties, balls and masquerades. Divine herself would be lying if she said that she didn't miss them at lest a little bit but a lass that era had seem to of come to an end on the outside.
For shits and giggles she would dress in her old military uniform complete with every metal, patch, chain and her old trusty sword at her side looking as if she had taken a step back in time, boots making light thumps against the hard wooden floor of Kurlaz ball room, where her rail would wait dressed in one of countless gowns, she’d take Kurlaz hand and spin her around the dance floor.
They would talk of life’s problems and how they could fix them, about their days or what Kurlaz had been up to while Divine had been with her mate in Northern lands, This was one such night as she twirled the smaller purpleblood around leaning her down before pulling her back up, a quiet chuckle rumbling within her chest.