Please. [ she says, with the sort of disdain for apologies that implies she isn't pleading at all. ] Your outfit will do.
[ Isabelle's big on fashion and dressing to impress. she likes standing out and she expects the people she's seen with to do the same. but right now in a mid-thigh length black dress, fishnets and knee-high boots, she doesn't have much room to disregard anyone for their ensemble. her weapon, on the other hand, is coiled up her arm like golden bracelets, ready at a moment's notice to transform into an electrum whip. the dagger's in holding though.
she can't help thinking how mismatched they are. their similarities, she believes, end with their fair complexion. she has thin, light white scars and thick black marks everywhere, both of which mundanes shouldn't be able to see. Isabelle's quite positive he's neither mortal or that the Seelie court will keep her hidden. she doesn't dip her chin in shame of them; she's as vibrant and confident as ever when she takes his hand and leads him through a throng of people. they part in front of her, either intentionally or because they're spinning and she doesn't blink in amazement. crowds always give her the floor. it's not until they've stepped onto their portion of the floor that she truly answers him. ]
I'm usually much more prepared for a party than this myself. [ she hesitates, if only for the second it takes to ponder giving an alias or not. ] By the by, I'm Isabelle.
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[ Isabelle's big on fashion and dressing to impress. she likes standing out and she expects the people she's seen with to do the same. but right now in a mid-thigh length black dress, fishnets and knee-high boots, she doesn't have much room to disregard anyone for their ensemble. her weapon, on the other hand, is coiled up her arm like golden bracelets, ready at a moment's notice to transform into an electrum whip. the dagger's in holding though.
she can't help thinking how mismatched they are. their similarities, she believes, end with their fair complexion. she has thin, light white scars and thick black marks everywhere, both of which mundanes shouldn't be able to see. Isabelle's quite positive he's neither mortal or that the Seelie court will keep her hidden. she doesn't dip her chin in shame of them; she's as vibrant and confident as ever when she takes his hand and leads him through a throng of people. they part in front of her, either intentionally or because they're spinning and she doesn't blink in amazement. crowds always give her the floor. it's not until they've stepped onto their portion of the floor that she truly answers him. ]
I'm usually much more prepared for a party than this myself. [ she hesitates, if only for the second it takes to ponder giving an alias or not. ] By the by, I'm Isabelle.