#meryem x ruya: chat

[daemxnium]

for: rüya taskiran / @hcll-bound​

“You had fun last night, right?” Mery peered over at her friend under the brim of a pirate’s hat, curving a smile on her features and an arm around Rüya’s shoulders as she snuck closer to the other woman. The Özdemir party was an opportunity for a second swing at the same revelry and she was eager to get caught up in it. The lack of magic was annoying, but no more so than the corset that she and Rey had tightened around their waists to the point of shallow breaths— their costume idea was only half-hatched, with the overarching intention being that they show as much skin as possible. “I’ve seen at least two fake vampires and three real ones that look particularly good tonight,” she crooned, the epitome of a kid let loose in a candy shop. “I love a themed party. Maybe there’s a cowboy somewhere, we could swap hats. But first, let’s get you sorted. How are you feeling?”