the ascendant
she/her
twenty-eight
November 03
sootopolis
demisexual
councilwoman
champion
i got new love, new skin to wrap myself in
dinner date
POSTED ON Jul 26, 2023 17:48:03 GMT
"you may not call him a puff of fart over dinner," she chides. her gaze is stern, though king is about the only person able to pull a smile from her when she's trying to be serious. still, the last thing she wants to bring up while he's here is how dead he's been for over a year.
freya's fingers trail over king's arm. she pinches the small of his back teasingly, admiring - not for the first time - the way his shirt tapers nicely at his hips.
the doorbell rings. king shrugs and says they'll be fine, and she appreciates him with a kiss on his cheek, before ghosting down the stairs to get alex.
he's greeted with a freya not seen in a very long time - her braids are simple, allowing more of her starlit hair to tumble over her shoulders. her family's choker with lyune's ball resting inside it is not around her neck; in its place the collared neckline of her sleeveless cream dress.
there's a brown belt cinched around her waist, its front an intricate leatherwork of dragons' wings. the dress falls neatly around the curves of her hips, stretching just a few inches above her knees. she wears simple sandals and just a touch of make-up around her eyes. their pale gold appears darker against the black eyeliner.
her smile is radiant, all of her nervousness melting away, as she greets her friend. her eyes drop to the wine, but she doesn't move to take it. she envelops him in a hug instead, gives him a squeeze, and then beckons him to follow her up the stairs.
"i hope you didn't try to go through the bar first. i forgot to mention the front door." their other entrance through nameless is what she uses most often, as king's usually working the place when he's not out training.
"king's trying his hand at kalosian food." her lips quirk. as they enter the kitchen, a shiny dratini lounging above the cupboards pokes her head out, tongue forking. curiosity brims in its eyes.
"king," she says, gesturing, "meet alex. alex, king." and after a moment, "let me get this bottle open..."
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