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"uh, seraphine" " it's going to be fine!" seraphine leads rell through hallways and corridors of a clockwork tower pink hair flowing through the wind, it would be a graceful sight if it wasn't slapping rell in the face constantly.
"could you stop a little im gonna-" "WHOA!" rell trips overdue to the songstress's constant budging...
and because of the new dress she has been fitted in as well. "oh! are you alright? ah sorry, this wouldn't have happened if I wasn't so-" "it's alright, im more than experienced with falling" “ah but your make-up..." though the dress is still in fine condition however her lipstick has been smudged.
"you can't go to a party like this!" "can I go home then?" "Sorry, but I came prepared." from seraphines glittery bag is all sorts of tiny objects and baubles rell can't even begin to understand. "come with me!" rell is pushed inside one of the rooms.
seraphine pushes the door behind her and begins to take out the objects inside her bag "here let me fix it up for you." Rell is dragged over to a chair and seraphine begins using all sorts of brushes and sticks much to Rell's dismay. meanwhile, seraphine babbles on with terms and words rell can't and most likely won’t ever understand.
"there it should be good now!" seraphine admires her work, “is it all good now?” yup! Take a look! Grabbing a little hand mirror from her bag seraphines opens it in front of rell “oh, i… actually look pretty ok.” “well definitely better than when in fighting people on a battleground.” “wait but I'm not insulting your makeup skills, ithinkthey’rereallyniceand-” rells anxious mumblings are stopped by a sudden kiss on the lips
“come on! 're going to be late!” seraphine doesn’t even give the girl any time to process what just happened before shes back to being pulled again.this time Seraphine a little more careful to lead rell through halls.
Once they arrive at a certain floor rell notices commotion and chatter from the distance “ugh I’ve been dreading this moment.” rell thinks to herself as she looks around balloons lights, and confetti are seen everywhere and everything is colored very vibrantly.
Her thoughts are interrupted when seraphine says “come on no need to waste time, let’s dance!” “eh? Wait!-” rell’s dagged over to the dance floor. Seraphine spins her around in all sorts of ways, while she seems to be having fun rell on the otherhand is having a rather ahrd time. her Movements becoming more rigid and eyes shifting all around the room while thoughts race through her mind like a flash when suddenly…
“I can’t take it anymore!” Overwhelmed Rell storms off, “Rell? Wait!” running away she tries to find someplace with no people, by some miracle rell finds a small balcony with no one around. She steps out and lets the cold breeze greet her face as she closes her eyes, she begins to think to herself “maybe this was a mistake, moving here without knowing anything about this place at all” regret and anxiety clouds her mind as she attempts to calm herself she almost doesn’t notice the remorseful pop star approaching her.
“hey, are you alright?” “im sorry it’s just that i-” “no, it’s alright i pushed you too much” stopping her words seraphine steps close enough to be right next to her “sorry” seraphine says as she rests her head upon the girl's shoulder.
Seraphine doesn’t know what to say other than this, she’s usually better at speaking to people about emotions especially since she can hear people's emotions as a song deeply ingrained within their soul.
Rell's song is hard. rigid, loud, and bursting with rebellion and anger. Her song is the very definition of fight or die because that is all the girl ever known.
Seraphine has never heard silence quite this loud before, as it separates them though close physically she's never felt farther to her before.
Taking a deep breath seraphine is careful to articulate what she’s about to say. “This might sound bad, especially after what happened but, do you wanna dance again? Not at the party just… here.”
Rell hesitates a little before finally saying ”alright, just go slow ok?”
“Thank you” seraphine slowly takes rells hands, her grip is soft yet firm. Together seraphine and rell make slow circles around the balcony carefully watching each other's steps as they move about.
With a bit of time rells movements become more fluid and her shoulders relax a little more as she begins to smile. And seraphine feels content at this development
Stars glow softly and city lights dot the background as they spin loosely around their small stage. Who knew such a hardened warrior could look so soft under the soft glow of the moonlight?