They’d kept the lights low and the blankets piled high. The movie, or show or whatever was left to Marjorie herself. No doubt that she’d know exactly what the best to put on for their first night together in ages. Never mind the details. As long as the impression was there, Sleep could string something together.

No warning necessary, she pulled Marjorie in close with a breath huffed through her nose; restrained laughter that was best kept in. With her sister tucked in close, she shimmied into their little nest of sorts and got comfortable. Buried in soft fabrics, the scent of warm dust pervaded the air.

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IC.

NAME; legolas tranduillion AGE; 21 (???) ETHNICITY / NATIONALITY; mixed heritage - chinese primarily REAL LIFE FACECLAIM; luhan IDENTIFIES AS; homoromantic demisexual PRIDES ATTENDING; wherever he is, usually london ATTENDANCE FREQUENCY; he’ll be there every year, every day of parades and festivities. he loves a good party. TYPICALLY ATTENDS; with his partner or with his friends. DEMEANOUR IN ATTENDANCE; legolas is the wide-eyed and innocent one at pride. he’ll wear flowy clothes and pride flags on his cheeks, and flowers... everywhere. he saves the drinking for evenings, and spends the whole day out in the sun, singing and dancing freely. he is drawn to parks and green areas, and will make sure to relax in the shade often. STALL HOSTING; he likely has gotten his father to have a stall set up with free water for parade-goers; the scent of fresh flowers hangs heavy around it. OPEN TO INTERACTION WITH MINORS / PEOPLE OF FAITH IN ATTENDANCE; legolas loves children, and will do his best to make sure any minors in his vicinity are doing well; he’ll often sing with them or offer flowers for their hair. people of faith have a safe place with him, and he will happily talk to those with open ears. OPEN TO GOING TO BARS / DRINKING; legolas will happily gravitate towards bars as soon as evening falls. he drinks, though not overly much. 

OOC.

   VERSE / MODERN.

   FACECLAIM: still not defined. for the time being, nana komatsu.

Pulling her towel about her and tucking the edge, Isabela moved into her room with a hum upon her lips, one of her hands shaking through her damp hair. She opened the drawers of her dresser, drawing from them a couple of articles of clothing before tossing them onto the bed and opening her top drawer… only to be greeted by the most hideous collection of underwear that she had ever laid eyes upon.

The drawer was slammed shut, and she snatched up the shorts that she had pulled from the other drawer, stepping into them and tossing her towel to the side as she slipped her shirt over her head. Isabela fumbled, buttoning and zipping the shorts as she stormed from the room, one obvious name in mind—

He heaved a sigh long and weary enough to wake his ancestors. “Public indecency.”

"…that explains the collect call." She replied flatly, sitting up from her bed and reaching for her boots in the dark. It wasn’t quite instantly that she actually realised what he had said… or… who was on the other end of the phone…