w a t e r
indepedent // semi-selective irma lair roleplay, based off the comic/cartoon series W.I.T.C.H.

|
#guardianirma

icesalis:

image

            《   ♔ ♔ ♔   》 

A single glance was given downwards at her now rather ample front before Elsa quickly whipped her head around, craning her neck to look behind——

                      and with wide eyes she turned to face her friend, only widening further upon seeing how Irma was dressed. Elsa seriously did not want to ask this question, but forced herself to anyways.

            “ Irma, I need to ask, and please, please, answer in the negative:

                                          do  I  have  wings  on  my  back? ”

     Her awareness to the current situation was slightly disoriented, taken aback entirely from the rather unique physical attributes that had quite literally transformed her friend – well, it did it to both of them, but her blue eyes didn’t dare drift towards herself just yet as Elsa took a moment to actually appropriately react to the situation for the both of them.

                 It wasn’t until she spoke that Irma allowed her own eyes to finally downcast towards herself, expression widening in shock before she flailed forward a bit – heart rate beginning to rush into a steady thump within her chest – this was- this…

                                            |   This was awesome!   |

   ―――  ❝Uh– absolutely not? 
                    Nothing there at all.

                                                              Nada.

image

                                       —— She did say answer in the negative.