( the paint that's left in bright stripes across her chest has long since dried with the setting sun, its remnants sitting high at her cheeks, causing the soft pepper of freckles across the bridge of her nose to pop triumphantly. she's found herself perched on the outskirt of the garden, twinkling with lights that seem faint with the frequent glittering of fireworks that crackle in the sky, booming like a heavy echo in her chest. there's a seemingly forgotten drink in her hand, beads of sweat dribbling along the body of the cup, a striped display of blue and pink as apparent as the bracelets sitting on her wrist.
there's still a number of bodies littered about the pool, the grounds, lounged beneath trees and bobbing in and out of the maze that looms behind them — however, one remains not far from her, unmoving and, at least for the time she's been here, distant.
if she looks carefully enough she can see the flare of color mirroring the night's sky in his hues with each fuse that's lit, but even with their thundering, his expression doesn't so much as waver. perhaps what's drawn her gaze to begin with is the paint just as luridly glowing across his sternum, seeming to tug at something within her she can't quite place. when her voice drifts over to him her own gaze is set back to the sky, feigning disinterest. )
Fireworks outside a castle are very unimpressive, I agree.
fireworks + potential ribbon? but what if the ribbon doesn't vanish
there's still a number of bodies littered about the pool, the grounds, lounged beneath trees and bobbing in and out of the maze that looms behind them — however, one remains not far from her, unmoving and, at least for the time she's been here, distant.
if she looks carefully enough she can see the flare of color mirroring the night's sky in his hues with each fuse that's lit, but even with their thundering, his expression doesn't so much as waver. perhaps what's drawn her gaze to begin with is the paint just as luridly glowing across his sternum, seeming to tug at something within her she can't quite place. when her voice drifts over to him her own gaze is set back to the sky, feigning disinterest. )
Fireworks outside a castle are very unimpressive, I agree.