Lisa Bortiforte
She/Her
31
August 30
Camphrier Town, Kalos
Bi/Heteroromantic
Bioterrorist
Underboss
Bury me in the roses and rot; I'll come back thorned.
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Elisabeth Fiorelli
Everwinter [M]
POSTED ON May 25, 2022 4:46:18 GMT
[attr=class,elisafont] [googlefont=Meddon] La Vie en Rose [break][break] [break] Elisabeth found comfort in formalities, even those as simple as a handshake; they helped make a certain sense of routine social dances, drawing lines in the sand with comfortable distance between two strangers.
Where her hands were soft, fragrant with the scent of lily-of-the-valley and roses, Alexander's in contrast reflected an almost alarmingly strong, firm grip.
The pinprick of doubt returned, and with it a slight furrowing of her brow as Elisabeth studied him. "A pleasure to meet you then, Mr. Chambers," she said, her smile nonetheless never leaving her lips. "Welcome to Hoenn."
As Alexander lamented the fate of her abused plants, her furrow deepened, mildly perplexed. Was he complimenting her? It was both flattering and unexpected, and so subtle that Elisabeth wasn't certain she had read the statement correctly at all.
"Many flowers I plant do not take to their environment naturally," she conceded, her hand falling back to her side as she turned to regard the white, bell-like flowers beside them. "Like these snowdrops. If left to their own devices, I am not certain they would flourish at all in this season. It is rewarding to see them blossom despite such odds."
Falling back into professionalism was easy, as was directing the focus once more upon the flowers that had drawn him here. So when he commented upon her own newness to Hoenn, Elisabeth felt wrongfooted by this abrupt shift back to herself.
"Ah," she said, the lilt of her Kalosian heritage audible even in this single syllable. "My voice betrays me, I see. I moved to Hoenn from Kalos a few months ago. Four, I believe, now." It felt strange, to be observed.
Once more a hand found itself absently toying with a strand of her hair as she turned back to the potted plants of her greenhouse. "You have a good ear for dialects. Are you a linguist, perhaps?"
Unlikely.
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