[anti-otp; arranged and unarranged welcome]

[murkynight]

As often happens, evening finds a very bored goddess of the night (who, for the purposes of this weekend, is no longer heavily pregnant) sitting somewhere outside, either in a tree or beneath it, reveling in the quiet and stillness that night brings with it.

She's clad as she usually is, black dress, silver accenting, heels to bring her near a somewhat imposing height, and is very solemnly applying the finishing touches to a coat of black nail polish.