VERRINE | Victor(ia) Reid (crywitch) wrote in forgotten_gods, |
Their entrance didn't go unnoticed by a certain blonde demon a step or two behind them, wrapped in a close-fitting cocktail dress that was definitely not in the dress code -- if there even was one, but she'd at the very least followed the dress-wearing part, as much as it irritated her. And who followed party rules, anyway? Being in a dress at all was marked improvement.
Brushing aside the hanging tendrils of her mask, Verrine gingerly rolled her head from side to side, allowing for her neck to crack as she moved to slip up to Mordred. "Your little doll is so life-like," she purred, bending down to look Laurie more carefully in the face. Her eyes weren't kind.