#also i am so painfully rusty for that i apologize :p

[darkholm]

it spirals in a million waves. the cobalt slithers across her skin, colliding with the beige of that same porcelain. the lack of colour eats away at the fibres of her very stature: reptilian-like in it's way. the metallic slinging of the floor beneath her hums to the beat of her heart. it's cold and obsolete, uneasy to follow. one step, two steps. badum, badum. just scarcely she had beaten the rain pour, though she will have to leave soon regardless. while raven thinks she's alone, what she doesn't realise is that her starstudded pair of eyes will find themselves glaring uncomfortably at a particular red, white and blue blend soon enough. america's s̶w̶e̶e̸t̶h̶e̶a̶r̸t̶. shrouded in his coat of arms. “ oh. you're here. [like poison, the words seethe and ache and chitter from her teeth. almost like a vibration: a humming...] well, are you sure you're supposed to be? ”

@pravica , /

an unsatisfied traipse to the other side of the room, meters become inches ... closely, closely she forgoes that of her traditional hide (that porcelain isn't real!) ... “ i figured this would be a solo mission at least. he knows i like to work alone. ” she bites down like a bad dog. she could say so many things, but she won't. she'd rather leave the ambience of, at least, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛��� 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚘. 𝗜𝗧 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗𝗡'𝗧 𝗕𝗘 𝗧𝗢𝗢 𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗗.