[Closed/Incomplete]Tears of unprecedented beauty reveal the truth of existence
Characters: Melpomene and Epiales
Date/Time: Feb 7th, around 9pm
Location: Subject to change
Rating: I'll let you know
Warnings: Muse of Tragedy and the Oneiroi of Nightmares hanging out together
Summary: Epiales asked Mel to show him around. She obliges.
He'd said "tomorrow". He hadn't said what time, and she was very against early morning, and mid-morning. And at noon she'd had lunch, and once that was over, well it just seemed like something anyone would to, to take someone out in the early after noon. If he wanted her to show him around, she'd show him the places she liked. The touristy stuff he could get from anyone.
So it was late when she knocked on his door. Her clothes were her usual eclectic style. The top was styled like a Victorian dressing gown, fitting tightly across her torso with a long back hem that fell down to her ankles; it's neckline starting wide off her shoulders and plunging deeply, showing off her excellent cleavage. The sleeves belled at her elbows, the fabric trailing. The fabric was a dark teal, felt touchably soft and shined when it caught the light. The rest of her outfit was completed with black pants that vanished into knee high black leather boots.
She leaned a shoulder against the door frame, lounging carelessly as she waited for him to answer.
Date/Time: Feb 7th, around 9pm
Location: Subject to change
Rating: I'll let you know
Warnings: Muse of Tragedy and the Oneiroi of Nightmares hanging out together
Summary: Epiales asked Mel to show him around. She obliges.
He'd said "tomorrow". He hadn't said what time, and she was very against early morning, and mid-morning. And at noon she'd had lunch, and once that was over, well it just seemed like something anyone would to, to take someone out in the early after noon. If he wanted her to show him around, she'd show him the places she liked. The touristy stuff he could get from anyone.
So it was late when she knocked on his door. Her clothes were her usual eclectic style. The top was styled like a Victorian dressing gown, fitting tightly across her torso with a long back hem that fell down to her ankles; it's neckline starting wide off her shoulders and plunging deeply, showing off her excellent cleavage. The sleeves belled at her elbows, the fabric trailing. The fabric was a dark teal, felt touchably soft and shined when it caught the light. The rest of her outfit was completed with black pants that vanished into knee high black leather boots.
She leaned a shoulder against the door frame, lounging carelessly as she waited for him to answer.