Night is never truly that anymore, cities glitter, light as any dawn, their omnipresent glow down out the stars, the monster that once preyed from shadow, and under street now claim dominion, right beside you as you walk and carry on like you never need fear.
New to the city, and still hesitant.
spider webbing fractures beneath her feet
the end of an immortal's life...
She wanted not to insight any misunderstanding in her habits she stayed far from the Rack. In streets between the glittering lights. Places that were rough, and unpolished.
Lights low, and the music high. You can smell the cheep beer from the street, and nearly the sweat of the girls dancing on the pole.
Ffion, jeans, ripped and torn more oft then whole, showing her legs and the ink staining them, marking them. Littering her body with memory, history. And why the fuck nots? While her boots, make a better warning then heels. She's wearing a faded tee, she can't remember what used to be on it. Maybe she'd never known, and only enjoyed the shapes and colours, with her leather jacket thrown over it.
She orders a beer, and find a table with a view. She might be stopping by for dinner, but she'll definitely get a show.