revlon: (281)
π™Όπ™°πšπ™Άπ™°πšπ™΄πšƒ "π™Ώπ™΄π™Άπ™Άπšˆ" π™²π™°πšπšƒπ™΄πš ([personal profile] revlon) wrote in [personal profile] flashystyle 2018-04-05 06:26 am (UTC)

[ She'd been counting on identifying him as anyone else might β€” someone looking and waiting for someone else. But he's giving off the impression to everyone. No matter; the table is enough of a hint and it's a quiet enough afternoon that there aren't very many people seated at the cafΓ©, or indeed, outside of it.

Peggy arrives not long after in a silk blouse and dark, high-waisted trousers. No Olympian fashion for her here, nor the all-black uniform of the Royal Guard she's a part of. She's not here in any official capacity and she'd rather not draw attention so soon after the recent troubles. What may be the most identifying feature is, in fact, the swathe of bandages wrapped up her right arm from hand to just above the elbow. ]


Dorian, I presume? [ she asks, politely approaching the table. She extends her left hand to shake; despite the injuries, she's managed to keep her nail polish as impeccable as her lipstick and hair. ] Peggy Carter, we spoke earlier.

Post a comment in response:

(will be screened)
(will be screened if not validated)
If you don't have an account you can create one now.
HTML doesn't work in the subject.
More info about formatting