#chat:blair

[qxeenclarion]

@blueoneblair​

Clarion always attended events like these. Especially ones she could be supportive in. She was sitting on the sidewalk, watching the parade when she was hit with a bunch of glitter. “Oh my!” She slowly opened her eyes, thankful none had gotten in her eyes. She turned to the woman next to her. “Did you get hit too?”

[dorian-ackerman-blog]

Once all the hunters had dropped, he sought to search the cages that littered the vicinity, struggling through his own injuries and the array of people that surrounded him. “Blair?!” He called at the top of his lungs, pushing past others as he skipped between the vast amount of cages in the vicinity. After a short while, he came across an elevated cage containing a familiar face and he immediately grabbed the bars, thus yanking the door open. “Fancy seeing y-you here.”

blair-lennox

[qxeenclarion]

Continued from here. // @blueoneblair

“I think you’re sweet all the time,” Clarion confirmed. “But sometimes you have an extra sweetness in your voice and I just can’t quite place why. I’m going to figure it out though.” She smiled at the other woman. “Nothing wrong with that, of course.” She sighed happily. “So, tell me how have you been doing?”

[dorian-ackerman-blog]

blair-lennox

A number of weeks had passed since last meeting and the array of almost decorative stitches that had littered his upper arm were finally removed, and as somewhat promised, he made his way towards the caravan in question. An almost elegant hop came to situate him before the door, and a triplet of delicate knocks were aimed towards the entrance. Sarcastically, he placed his arm against the door frame and leaned his weight against it, his other hand only resting against his waist.