[ Minus the headgearDulcinea is perched on the bar top, one leg swinging lackadaisically as the other remains still, hanging. Either she's always been there or has only just arrived, either way shrouded in silence until choosing to break it with: ] OCD or desperately hoping?
[ Referring to the stranger and his phone tic.
Aubergine eyes observe Damien and not his leg, not yet. Her hair rests freely behind her, black as the ocean's abyss, as oil, skin like moonlight. There's an Italian accent in there, present enough to catch. Neither make-up nor jewelry mark the Goddess. ]
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Minus the headgearDulcinea is perched on the bar top, one leg swinging lackadaisically as the other remains still, hanging. Either she's always been there or has only just arrived, either way shrouded in silence until choosing to break it with: ] OCD or desperately hoping?[ Referring to the stranger and his phone tic.
Aubergine eyes observe Damien and not his leg, not yet. Her hair rests freely behind her, black as the ocean's abyss, as oil, skin like moonlight. There's an Italian accent in there, present enough to catch. Neither make-up nor jewelry mark the Goddess. ]