𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄 .
── from @nourflage .
droplets of rain tap - tap - tap against the window of the car as it weaves through the streets of monaco. the night’s air captures the light cast by a thousand windows, life gleaming within the buildings, and expectations rapidly forgotten as streetlights they pass. tap, a droplet against the window, racing downwards and off the back of the car. tap, another, merely a speck against glass before it, too, vanishes. tap, a third ── fourth, fifth, ephemeral visitors that leave a rapidly vanishing wisp of a trail behind them. much like nour and isabele themselves.
two women sit in the back of a car while a third drives, they blend into a multitude of vehicles with ease ── much like isabele melted into her surroundings during an art auction, having slipped away and taken a prized artifact for herself. a tiara tucked safely into a box, in turn concealed within her purse. she brings it out now and opens it just slightly ── enough to peek in with a cheshire - cat grin upon excited features. this is one of her first heists, and the rush of completion lives within her bloodstream as the gleam of diamonds takes residence within the shine of her eyes, reflection of all that is bright and shiny.
❛ n ── snow owl, ❜ she rapidly amends, giddy laughter drowning out the first trace of a dangerous slip - up, ❛ we did it. holy shit, we did it. ❜
❛ it isn’t over yet, isa. ❜ a hand placed over her own, it is nour who closes the box and conceals the beautifully arranged gems from view. she’s right ── of course she is. over the time they’ve shared together, isabele has quickly gleaned that nour is almost always right. she is worth every ounce of trust that isabele has given her. and nightingale, in turn, hopes to be someone snow owl can turn to. she just wants to be a good friend.
so far, so good ── they’ve steadily forged a friendship built upon the foundation of understanding. they both have debts to repay. they are on the same team, they are expected to work together … and they do. beautifully, in fact. nour’s designs fit isabele perfectly and turn her into someone who evades any recognition, isabele aids nour however she can. sometimes that means standing perfectly still while measurements are taken. others, it means sitting by nour’s side and singing along to the music played by fei’s radio station if it’ll entertain her, keep her up and working diligently. charm meets charm, elegance meets elegance, poise meets poise ── friend meets friend.
❛ perhaps that is not. however … there is something i can wrap up right now. apologies for the presentation, darling ─ i was in a bit of a rush. ❜
grin turns playful as isabele lets her purse rest upon nour’s lap and tucks right hand into her coat’s pocket. from it, she extracts a ring ── polished gold, featuring an owl’s head crowned with oak leaves. owl emerges from leaves victoriously, dazzling eyes two diamonds looking out upon the world with the same boldness as nour herself.
isabele takes nour’s hand in her own and slides the ring onto her finger with a smile. ❛ listen ── i know it’s too literal and you may not like it very much, but i found it pretty … and it reminded me of you. so i may have snatched it up. ❜
a giggle, isabele attempts to fall into silence as she brings a finger up to her lips, though she is unable to wipe the smile from her features entirely ── eyes still crinkle at the edges, corners of lips are still quirked upwards.
❛ promise you won’t tell the corvids ? i don’t want to get told off. it’s just a ring. ❜
just a ring that could have thrown everything off ── it doesn’t, as people are far more preoccupied with a missing tiara full of prized gemstones than they are with a single, small ring. just a ring, with an owl’s face upon it. just a ring, just an offering, just an honest display of friendship. one of many gifts to come.
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