08-02-2018, 09:15 AM
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CAN THE KILLER IN ME
(tame the fire in you)
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Vandal is... excited. Excited, and maybe a little jealous. She was supposed to have a ceremony, a wedding - she had it all planned out with Aegroixe before they had even gotten engaged, forming between whispered giggles and wishful thinking in the middle of the Jotunheimr night. Flowers, they knew, would be everywhere - flowers making up Aegroixe's dress and Vandal's gauntlets, flowers framing the aisles and the walkways, flowers in her mane, in her eyes, in her heart -
I'm happy for them.
She hasn't had much sleep. Between helping with decorations, cooking dishes, and making sure that her brother is alright, she's a little worse for wear - she still tries her best to make herself look not as sleep-deprived as she actually is, though, which includes a rather long ritual that she starts as soon as Pinch is satisfied with how the venue looks. She starts by giving herself a thorough bath, scrubbing out everything that she could until she knows there's nothing left hiding underneath her pelt. With a dab of fragrant oils here and a gentle brushing there, she finishes by wearing a steel-gray vest and a wine-red bowtie around her neck (the one that has nice, maroon fleur-de-lis patterns giving the cloth texture).
When she's sure she's ready, she makes her way back to the venue before the ceremony could even start, slipping into the front aisle where the rest of the family that isn't part of the walk sits. Her neon eyes are bright as she keeps her gaze plastered on Pincher (oh her brother, her brother is getting married), but there's an undercurrent of mourning sparkling in the depths of her chasmic pupils telling a love story lost to the oblivion of death.
I'm proud of you, Deniz.
Her gaze lingers on his expression before scanning the crowd, taking note of mostly familiar faces with the exception of Jacob's family, who she's never seen before. His brother doesn't seem to have taken a liking to her brother, and she makes a mental note of it for the reception - hey, in-laws are in-laws, right? Her gaze deviates from him and tries to locate Deldrach, but can't seem to pick the jaglioness out from the crowd. She tries not to frown at that, and instead focuses her attention on the other side of the aisle, eagerly anticipating Jacob's own appearance.
I'm happy for them.
She hasn't had much sleep. Between helping with decorations, cooking dishes, and making sure that her brother is alright, she's a little worse for wear - she still tries her best to make herself look not as sleep-deprived as she actually is, though, which includes a rather long ritual that she starts as soon as Pinch is satisfied with how the venue looks. She starts by giving herself a thorough bath, scrubbing out everything that she could until she knows there's nothing left hiding underneath her pelt. With a dab of fragrant oils here and a gentle brushing there, she finishes by wearing a steel-gray vest and a wine-red bowtie around her neck (the one that has nice, maroon fleur-de-lis patterns giving the cloth texture).
When she's sure she's ready, she makes her way back to the venue before the ceremony could even start, slipping into the front aisle where the rest of the family that isn't part of the walk sits. Her neon eyes are bright as she keeps her gaze plastered on Pincher (oh her brother, her brother is getting married), but there's an undercurrent of mourning sparkling in the depths of her chasmic pupils telling a love story lost to the oblivion of death.
I'm proud of you, Deniz.
Her gaze lingers on his expression before scanning the crowd, taking note of mostly familiar faces with the exception of Jacob's family, who she's never seen before. His brother doesn't seem to have taken a liking to her brother, and she makes a mental note of it for the reception - hey, in-laws are in-laws, right? Her gaze deviates from him and tries to locate Deldrach, but can't seem to pick the jaglioness out from the crowd. She tries not to frown at that, and instead focuses her attention on the other side of the aisle, eagerly anticipating Jacob's own appearance.
VANDAL ROUX — THE TROUBLEMAKER — TYPHOON STRIKER — [color=#ad9998]TAGS
I TOLD THAT DEVIL TO TAKE YOU BACK
MAXINE VIENNA "VANDAL" ROUX — TAGS — THE TYPHOON