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 8, 2021 19:41:26 GMT
[attr="class","illie"] [attr="class","illie b"] [attr="class","illie i"] more. it's subconscious, the bleeding of pink mist, and his command merely fuels it. psychic terrain shifts and coils, denser with each rotation. it parts to make way for misty terrain, the two mists own dance ensuing in the middle of the dance floor. there's no battle for dominance here, only co-existence. and with the fluidity of their movements, like FERNANDO SILPH, her eyes wander. first toward Kaida Adachi, a genuine smile rising to her features. their shared missions are fond memories for the scientist, little treasured files kept neatly tucked away in the filing cabinets of her mind. she browses them sometimes, when she misses the ranger. huh, they'll have to catch up after this. another sweep of the room brings her to Remiel Calcifet next and there, her eyes will linger. unfortunately, it seems she's not the only one with an interest in the crowned prince. her partner's eyes stay when hers leave, when fernando's words drag her attention away. it's pointed for the ceo, a concept being made in the movement of his hand. "i," she starts, stops. considering, even as her eyes struggle to not drift back. his hand moves, dancing to the small of her back and then her waist, and she's understanding further. she doesn't finish her sentence. instead, it's swallowed up by more words from fernando. and those words, alone, cause her to pause. there's a mild stiffness to her, to the arch of her back. tension, she realizes. she's too tense. psychic terrain rushes further, as if to fight off the emotions rising to the forefront. "i'm not a second choice," she tries to keep it polite but it drips in honey and blood anyway, sharp and sweet and overwhelming. "it's best for everyone to remember that." not just remiel, not just fernando, but everyone. there's a hunger in illeana reyes, a desire to be seen that leaves dire consequences. the path to the top is left bloody and corpse ridden, whether that's her own or others is left up to the fates and golden strings to decide. the snoring mew doesn't stir, even with their movements. his hand drifts and she's raising her chin, raising her eyes to stare at him. a challenge, perhaps. or, maybe a warning. she doesn't decide, doesn't care to. instead, her smile shifts into something coy, something masking her intentions. he speaks of more instructions, guiding her around the dance floor. by now, her feet are moving on their own accord, her mind wandering and flittering between bodies and circumstances and choices. it lingers in one spot for too long, long enough for @deacon to shift the song into something more... fitting? is this clown behavior? her lips part in surprise for a moment and then, a laugh escapes. it's light, airy, amused. "more?" she questions, if only because she wonders if the ringleader will allow a change in music to deter him. part of her thinks not but then again, fernando silph can be full of surprises. star soiree. outfit hehemew sleeps, we dancin bois, finale?
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