#vrba

 If Vrba had control over their shared body (no; Themis's body, Vrba corrects herself. Vrba was simply its previous occupant, who is allowed a presence here by her divine mercy) she would smirk. Grin. Roll her eyes. Her darling has ever been a sweet-talker, and she's laying it on a little thick at the moment. It seems to be being effective, though.

The red-masked Ascian crosses their arms. They say they will consider it. It's as close to a yes as they're likely to receive today. Mentally, Vrba jumps for joy, and Themis allows a small smile to cross her lips. She covers it behind her own sigil, bowing her head. "Thank you, my Paragon."

With that, she's dismissed. Traversing space and reality, and appearing once more in their home in the Fourth Reflection.

Some would question the need for an Ascian to have a home. But Vrba always had one - and it seemed a waste to leave it behind when she took her place as Themis's host. It's quiet. It suits their needs nicely.

Themis pulls her hood down, sighing happily. Her ears wiggle in the open air, freed from the restrictions of that ridiculously impractical hood. Really, ear pockets? It's just so absurd.

Her mask follows, dropped on to the table, as she stretches. "We did it, my darling," she says, voice low and sultry. Seductive. Vrba feels a shudder run through her - or she would, had she the control to do such a thing.

"True, it may not be a yes just yet, but...we shall traverse the rift together yet, mark my words. I shall find a way for us to achieve our shared dreams. To have you ascend by my side."

Themis's robes fall away, and she lifts the tailcoat they'd mutually left hanging on the coat rack. Slips it on, humming a little as she smooths the collar. "I would say this warrants a celebration. Wouldn't you agree?" She holds her hand out, as if reaching out to someone else.

And her control relinquishes. Vrba releases a breath, hand shaking. She giggles, all anxious excitement. "I would like that, Themis."

Good. Shall we dance, pet?

Vrba hums happily, practically gliding to the record player and starting it going. The other reflections are truly barbaric, in her opinion. Orchestrions? Awful.

The sound of orchestral music fills the room, and Vrba begins to move. Flowing, gliding, spinning. Her eyes drift closed, and her hands reach out to her invisible partner.

Within minutes, they reach a crescendo, and Vrba dips low, tailcoat swooping and her hands cradling another who is not there.

Her eyes open, and she catches sight of herself in the mirror.

Themis's sigil glows on her face, just for a moment.

Were you showing off for me?

"Oh, perish the thought. Naught I could do would compare to your natural brilliance, my love."