errours | ( visiting Hadassah )

There's a long moment, entering Hadassah's apartment, when everything looks disarmingly normal. Richly furnished, yes—dark walls accented in gold and painted with murals that depict flowers and fruit (pomegranates, split figs, branches of olives) entwined with serpents; chaise lounges and deep-cushioned chairs upholstered in wine red velvet; a mantle over a vast fireplace, hung with actual branches of olives; the fireplace itself, in which sticks of incense are slowly burning, filling the room with the gentle haze of spiced smoke—but all of it is within the bounds of the real. From somewhere in another room comes the slightly staticky sound of an Édith Piaf record playing.

Step inside further, though, and there's a feeling of vertigo. The walls and ceiling seem to stretch away impossibly far—as though sinking down to a cavern at the center of the earth, gazing up at the too-too distant stars, vast and claustrophobic all at once—

Then the feeling ends, and the apartment is its original incense-and-velvet self once again.

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[ wow a ring, they're such good friends, ]

Well look at that... [ from the soft, wondering tone of her voice, she seems for once genuinely surprised ]

You really thought of everything, didn't you. I'll be the talk of the town. [ a wink ]

Did you have something special in mind for giving it to me as well? [ besides. you know. the knife in her chest. that does count for something. ]

[ #friendzoned. ]

What sort of host would I be if I wasn't prepared to mark the occasion? [ she's glad to have surprised her. now that truly is something to be proud of (♡´౪`♡) ]

Fantasssstic. [ chuckles, gliding the ring onto her ring finger, because of course! ]

[ is she interested in keeping the knife,
because, honestly, it's a nice knife. ]

I like to think it brings a little closer too~ or, IDK, maybe a lot.

[ sensual voring is a friendship activity. ]

Quite a bit closer indeed.

[ Hadassah raises her newly en-ringed hand to eye level, considering it fondly as she tilts her palm slightly, making the miniature snake's gem scales glint in the light. ]

Are you ready, then?

[ but it could ) and should ♥??? ) be a bit more intimidate activity. ~~but, ok, she'll stop pushing her luck~~. ]

For you, Hadassah, always.

Good.

[ A curved little smile, and she puts her finger to her lips; presses it inwards.
And then, casually sensual, she draws it slowly back out again through her still-smiling lips. When it returns, her finger is unadorned.

Hadassah winks—and swallows.

That's when D.Va will feel as though she is burning. ]

[ so she had not been expecting her ring to be swallowed. if she'd known hadassah would do something like that she'd have gotten her a golden apple ornament or something as iconic, so as soon as she realizes her finger's bare confusion flashes across her face, a cheeky smile about to replace it when her entire body feels like it's on fire. ]

[ what's going on?
why does she feel like this? ]

H- Hadassah?

[ she swallows, taking several shallow breathes as she futilely tries to regulate her temperate, but she's heating up from the inside out, so that's a no go. ]

I'm so... it's hot as hell in here. [ h- ha. ]

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