A soft hush of a brushed breeze raised the hair’s on Ivory’s arm, her eyes jumping wide as the much, much smaller girl walked by. God - there were too many faces in these dark halls. Ivory’s lips twisted to the side as she inspected the other girl, feebly grasping at straws as she tried to piece the her together. Shorter hair, soft cheekbones, doe-like brown eyes that was impossibly too harsh for the face.
Nothing but skin and bones. Ivory’s face relaxed, suddenly realizing who it actually was. “Indigo! Indigo!” Ivory’s mouth snapped shut, the thought that she barely knew the other girl clanging loudly in the back of her mind. But the deed was done, the consequences sure to swiftly follow, and all Ivory could do was roll with the punches at that point. And she had always stood by the motto that a friendly word was often wanted.
Ivory’s hand jumped to her hair, tucking a wayward piece behind her ear. “God - sorry. I tend to just, shout without thinking. Alabaster thinks it’s hilarious, but it’ll get me in trouble one of these days.” The tall girls suddenly felt awkward, weight shifting uncomfortably from one foot to another. “I’m, uh, Ivory,” she finally supplemented feebly, a hand held out for a shake.
Indigo snapped out of her trance, turning around slowly as she heard her name called. Hardly anyone stopped her to speak to her anymore, she knew she looked rather off-putting, even in this world of people who killed for a living. But her too-gaunt face and hard eyes tended to deter questions, and it was sort of lonely. She managed to put a small smile on her face, and she grasped Ivory’s hand, shaking it.
“Nice to meet you,” she said softly. “Sorry, I was thinking about something else there for a while.” Understatement of the year, but they had just met, and there was a time and a place for spilling details like that, and this was not it. “And really, don’t worry about it, I’m not one of those people it’ll get you in trouble with.” She took about a half a step back, sticking her hands in her pockets. “So, what’s up?” she asked. “How are you liking the HQ?”
Don’t we look snazzy. Though I don’t know what I was thinking with that lipstick…
Are you kidding me? You look fabulous! It suits your dress so much
Must be the picture, then. It looks almost orange to me, though I’m pretty sure it’s supposed to be coral.
I loved your dress, by the way.
Don’t we look snazzy. Though I don’t know what I was thinking with that lipstick…
Ivory was in a particularly bright mood.
Well. As bright as one can be, hiding underground in a top secret industrialized technology driven behemoth lovingly covered by Russian snow. Her hair wasn’t being cruel to her that day, Pearl had nothing but warm words of praise after combat training, and there was something awfully fulfilling about a steamy shower comprised of warmth against aching muscle.
Not even a grumbling tummy and ridiculous food porn on the blogs could dim this bright bulb.
Ivory glided down the hall, not quite sure where her feet were pulling her. She didn’t have any further obligations - classes were adjourned for the day, Alabaster was more then likely curled up with Pearl, and was still a wee bit too early to reach out and start any kind of communication with Kari.
Ivory’s steps hesitated for a moment, a stark feeling of loneliness passing over her like a shadow. Almost a cloud obscuring the sunlight, for the briefest of moments.
And like that, the sunshine was back, warmth in her bones, a renewed pep in her step.
And off the girl pepped, still unsure as to where she was quite going.
If Ivory was the sunshine, Indigo was definitely feeling like the storm cloud. She was still slightly underweight, and that meant she couldn’t be declared mission ready. The doctors kept saying, ‘Just a few more pounds, Indigo, it would really make us feel better’. And so she had started eating like a horse, high-protein, high-calorie meals that sometimes made her feel like she might throw up. But she managed to keep them down, and her weight was slowly creeping back up toward ‘healthy’ instead of ‘too skinny’.
But it was still taking longer than she’d like, and when she wasn’t training, she had taken to stalking the halls of HQ like a caged tiger, looking for something, anything to do to fill the time. She couldn’t always go and see Stella, she had her students to look after, and master duties to fulfill and whatever else. And Indigo knew that getting bent out of shape about that was pretty much useless, so she just kept walking.
She passed a tall, slender blonde girl, one of the Typhoons, unless she missed her guess. What was her name…they were all shades of white, right? Ivory! That was it. They’d never really spoken before, and she looked like she had someplace to be, so Indigo just kept walking, lost in her own thoughts. Mostly she was wondering what to have for dinner, since that seemed to be the biggest choice she got to make, most days.
Purple or die, fuckers!
Purple is the color of royalty, you know.
We’re Gales, bitches. We run this League.
I can’t believe no one stepped up and made a “Lavender’s a drag queen” joke. Especially you, Vi. Come on. Indigo fed that one to you.
Lavender! We should get tiaras! For, you know. Reasons.
