05-28-2019, 04:28 PM
Rena's full red lips curved into a playful smile as she floated across the room, the train that hung off her left trailing along the patterned carpet leisurely. Her dress, a deep forest green single long sleeve one shoulder satin evening gown made her saphire eyes seem to shine even brighter, set as they were in delicate shadows of grey and turquoise. Her long nearly jet black hair was set in miniature braids bound by clinking beads, small iridescent feathers in shades of cobalt blue and nearly black green woven into a tasteful tiara sitting lightly on her head.
Her hand flashed out, returning with a flute of champagne. The bubbles tickled and she felt the end of her nose itch the way it always did when she drank. Lyra, walking alongside her, clutched her forearm for a moment, headless of her nails that were digging into her. 'Do you see her? Oh my god, Rena," she swooned as her friend's step faltered. Rena laughed slightly to herself. N'Sufe Niuri Hwuang was the Host and Style Coach for Million Dollar Runway. Neither of them had any clue how old the woman was. She was simply....timeless. Rena had eaten up all of her casts as a teenager- repeatedly! And there she was. In the flesh.
Of course, Lyra's interests were not simply of the star-struck variety. At least not that alone. It did make an already gorgeous woman seem even more angel-like. Not that Rena really had those vibes for her. Or from anyone, really. Yeah, she had needs and stuff. It wasn't like she had a hard time getting companionship if she felt like it. But her allure was also a tool she used. One of many, true. And she didn't have to be on all the time.
But lots of these girls- Lyra included- had never been on the outside looking in, nose pressed up against the glass to watch the rich drink their coffees or eat their sweet heavenly pastries, heedless of the cost. Those kinds of treats- so short lived and, ultimately, meaningless- had only passed her lips a few times as a child. Once, on her birthday. Once, one she stole. And once, one that Nina had gotten...somewhere. It was only half, but her sister wanted to share it.
Outside looking in. Well, she was in, now. And she had to be on, at all times. She playfully nudged Lyra. "Well then, go say hi." Which was entirely different advice if Lyra had been interested in one of the cute boys here. She said 'boys' even if they were men. They were all still mostly little boys hiding inside men's bodies. And a lot of them just wanted some attention. At least attention of the kind they could almost convince themselves wasn't fake.
Because that was their world. People pretending to be what they weren't.
And somehow, Rena found that both amusing and endlessly comforting. It was home to her after all.
And bless her heart, Lyra was going to try it. Rena didn't even have to feign support or pride. She felt them and let it show. N'Sufe, for her part, was gracious and kind, especially to what were obvious newbies. Despite her engaging both of them, from the way the woman looked at Lyra, she might actually have a chance.
Rena's eyes twinkled and her mouth widened. So...now what? Her eyes fluttered around the room, considering who was worth talking to. A pair of men caught her eye. Not for that! she laughed to herself. No. What was worth noticing was how very obviously they were related. If not father and son, grandfather at least. But both of them were stunning, faces that seemed to be chiseled from granite, bright blue eyes surveying the room.
She smiled demurely at the younger of the two, clearly interested, before turning her attention back to Lyra and N'Sufe.
Her hand flashed out, returning with a flute of champagne. The bubbles tickled and she felt the end of her nose itch the way it always did when she drank. Lyra, walking alongside her, clutched her forearm for a moment, headless of her nails that were digging into her. 'Do you see her? Oh my god, Rena," she swooned as her friend's step faltered. Rena laughed slightly to herself. N'Sufe Niuri Hwuang was the Host and Style Coach for Million Dollar Runway. Neither of them had any clue how old the woman was. She was simply....timeless. Rena had eaten up all of her casts as a teenager- repeatedly! And there she was. In the flesh.
Of course, Lyra's interests were not simply of the star-struck variety. At least not that alone. It did make an already gorgeous woman seem even more angel-like. Not that Rena really had those vibes for her. Or from anyone, really. Yeah, she had needs and stuff. It wasn't like she had a hard time getting companionship if she felt like it. But her allure was also a tool she used. One of many, true. And she didn't have to be on all the time.
But lots of these girls- Lyra included- had never been on the outside looking in, nose pressed up against the glass to watch the rich drink their coffees or eat their sweet heavenly pastries, heedless of the cost. Those kinds of treats- so short lived and, ultimately, meaningless- had only passed her lips a few times as a child. Once, on her birthday. Once, one she stole. And once, one that Nina had gotten...somewhere. It was only half, but her sister wanted to share it.
Outside looking in. Well, she was in, now. And she had to be on, at all times. She playfully nudged Lyra. "Well then, go say hi." Which was entirely different advice if Lyra had been interested in one of the cute boys here. She said 'boys' even if they were men. They were all still mostly little boys hiding inside men's bodies. And a lot of them just wanted some attention. At least attention of the kind they could almost convince themselves wasn't fake.
Because that was their world. People pretending to be what they weren't.
And somehow, Rena found that both amusing and endlessly comforting. It was home to her after all.
And bless her heart, Lyra was going to try it. Rena didn't even have to feign support or pride. She felt them and let it show. N'Sufe, for her part, was gracious and kind, especially to what were obvious newbies. Despite her engaging both of them, from the way the woman looked at Lyra, she might actually have a chance.
Rena's eyes twinkled and her mouth widened. So...now what? Her eyes fluttered around the room, considering who was worth talking to. A pair of men caught her eye. Not for that! she laughed to herself. No. What was worth noticing was how very obviously they were related. If not father and son, grandfather at least. But both of them were stunning, faces that seemed to be chiseled from granite, bright blue eyes surveying the room.
She smiled demurely at the younger of the two, clearly interested, before turning her attention back to Lyra and N'Sufe.