illie, sap sipper
she/her
27
september 23rd
snowpoint city, sinnoh
bi curious
geneticist, alchemist
head professor
you caged me and then you called me crazy; i am what i am 'cause you trained me.
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illeana reyes
STAR SOIREE
POSTED ON Sept 6, 2021 1:53:59 GMT
[attr="class","illie"] [attr="class","illie b"] [attr="class","illie i"]reading between lines can sometimes be difficult with FERNANDO SILPH. a complicated man, sure, with levels of intricacies to the words he speaks. she's come to adjust, come to learn little tidbits of information come best when one keeps an open mind. and like him, she drops something in his presence. of course, hers differs. where he drops pleasantries and smiles, she drops the need to analyze. with him, she's learned to take things at face value. "if you're lucky," she echoes. her smile drips in something close to coy, a budding signature for the woman. "are you ever truly lucky enough to escape in such a timely manner?"the question turns, a reverse uno card pulled and shoved in her direction. truthfully, she hadn't given it much thought. her mind wanders for a moment, pausing in another portion of the room as if called, and then returns. "at the moment," a pause, a decision being made. she drifts slightly closer, invading his bubble to whisper as if the music is deafening. it isn't, not quite yet. the melody is still sluggish, still perfect for a softer dance. "the night hasn't been foretold yet." it's still as vast and uncharted as the galaxy, as if waiting to be discovered. whether it's him or another, however? time will tell. the mention of Remiel Calcifet causes her to retract slightly, leaning away from his bubble. she fights the urge to look back, to check in on the royal and how he's faring. the invisible mew shifts and settles with her movements and subconsciously, she raises a hand to offer a soft pet to the mythical pokemon. in the public eye, it looks as though she's merely adjusting one of her curls. "not technically," she retorts. they didn't come together, not in the sense he believes. there was an unspoken agreement, sure, and an extended invitation but both parties are left to their own devices for now. perhaps they'll come together and perhaps not. her mind strays from the thought, as if unwilling to dwell on it much longer. whether that's out of mild jealousy or an understanding, she can't say. instead, she flashes a smile, fully intent on appearing unfazed. "he's enjoying himself as am i."star soiree. outfit heheconvos with ferny pt 3, confirms she is free for now, mew is cute n deserves pets, acknowledges remy is occupied atm
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