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we’re on the move!

i’ve tried so hard to keep this blog active because i love her. but unfortunately no matter how hard i try i just can’t do it. and my own sanity is starting to suffer. so! she’s moving to a whole new multi-muse with a couple other blogs that i run. we would love it if you joined us HERE. nothing is going to change. all the threads, all the relationships, everything is going to remain the same. i’m just moving everything over there. if you do reply to threads please mention us there at the new blog so i won’t lose any threads. we’d love to see you there and we’d love to keep writing with you!

#⸢ messages → ooc ⸥ from the shadows || ❛ ooc ❜ #[tossing this on the dash again]

[cfthedemcn]

we’re on the move!

i’ve tried so hard to keep this blog active because i love her. but unfortunately no matter how hard i try i just can’t do it. and my own sanity is starting to suffer. so! she’s moving to a whole new multi-muse with a couple other blogs that i run. we would love it if you joined us HERE. nothing is going to change. all the threads, all the relationships, everything is going to remain the same. i’m just moving everything over there. if you do reply to threads please mention us there at the new blog so i won’t lose any threads. we’d love to see you there and we’d love to keep writing with you!

#⸢ messages → ooc ⸥ from the shadows || ❛ ooc ❜ #[i'm still moving headcanons over #but the blog is set up and ready to go]

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&&. bruce // milletant

only one thought kept repeating in his head:he should have found her sooner. If she was here, chances were her father wouldn’t be that far behind. Unless — he doesn’t dare give himself the chance to finish the thought. To even open the possibility. The Al Ghuls have disappointed him too much already. Separately and together. Nonetheless, resentment dried up like a well in his throat as soon as he forced the door open and saw  her. A clench in his jaw the only visible sign of discomfort as he stopped, standing still by the door he’d barged through in. The urgency disappears for a quiet demeanor, waiting until they were the only two people in the room again. Still certain, somewhat, that he’d be watched regardless as he held his composure by the grip of his fists. Hands slide into his pockets. Feet taking him casually around her office, trying to spot where the other not so obvious security cameras might be before he fixes his gaze back on her. “ No. I’d like to keep my head on me. “ A hard feat, he knew, around her. “ Why are you here, Talia? Did I miss your email?  “

"Suit yourself." She could tell from his words that he wasn't too thrilled to see her. Not that she could blame him. Things had never been good between them and lately they'd been even worse. Combine that with the fact she dumped their son on his doorstep without any warning and she didn't blame him at all for the ire that was radiating off him. But she wasn't there to cause trouble. If anything she was trying to help the city of Gotham. Or at least that was the public story she was pushing to anyone who asked. Gotham would be the place where she started testing the device she was currently having her scientists working on. Should anyone want to see it it would look just like the other project she was working on. Genius if she had anything to say. Pouring herself a drink, Talia moved to sit on the edge of her desk while she watched Bruce. If she were honest with herself she missed him. More than she liked to admit. While love wasn't something she had a lot of experience with she knew it was what she'd felt for Bruce. And it was something she still felt for him. Unfortunately, she knew it was one sided. Far too much had happened for it to be anything else. "No, I didn't send any sort of email," she explained, sipping on her drink. That would give him time to prepare and while it might've done some good, she knew it might not have. "And I'm here to help Gotham. I've been working in Africa and my company is expanding here to Gotham. Maybe we could collaborate on some things."

#milletant #c; bruce wayne #⸢ verse → main ⸥ ❛ v; torn between light and dark ❜ || main #⸢ writings → interactions ⸥ suffering builds character || ❛ interactions ❜ #⸢ holding → queue ⸥ league of queues #[yaaaaay #xD]

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&&. next to last hope // huntersprayer

      there’s a lot he could glean from her very reaction to the mention of her father, he’s sure, but part of it settles him. Dust hasn’t reacted yet, & that is also a good indicator for him - the other tends to be a natural polygraph in a sense, & if Dust is at peace, then he can relax a bit. ‘ I have many plants, ’ he says impassively. ‘ the greenhouse is a collaborative work between myself and others of my Talent who have traversed the harshest terrains of this world, and even the next in some places, so I’m sure you can understand we guard our resources quite fiercely. what is it you’re looking for, and what do you intend to use it for? ’ he can feel his wards shifting, knowing the greenhouse will only allow her as far as whatever it is she seeks if it can be found within these walls. he’s never allowed anyone bar himself full access; she would be no exception. ‘ those questions I’ll need answered before I can even consider allowing access. ’

"Of course. I understand that completely." There were plenty of plants around her mountain compound in Nanda Parbat that were difficult to gather. Their location high up in the mountains meant that very few people would come for them. But his mentioning of other worldly plants piqued her curiosity. Even though what she was looking for was found in this world, it was extremely difficult to get. It was why she'd pushed so hard to come to this place. If they didn't have it Talia knew it wasn't the end of the world. But it would mean going down another road. And one that she wasn't too keen on going down. The blackmarkets of the world weren't dangerous per se but she knew that it would take a lot more planning and a lot more time. Something that she didn't have a lot of in that moment. "It's the flower of a rare species of plant that's found in the deep deserts of Africa. I only need one of the blooms for what I'm working on." She couldn't tell him that it was part of the concoction for her Lazarus pit. Even though her current one worked, she needed to make certain she had the ingredients just in case it was found out. "There are only a few uses for it and I'm willing to pay top dollar to you for it."

#huntersprayer #⸢ verse → main ⸥ ❛ v; torn between light and dark ❜ || main #⸢ writings → interactions ⸥ suffering builds character || ❛ interactions ❜ #⸢ holding → queue ⸥ league of queues

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&&. interrogator // hcredis

“I do if their business is shadow market,”     he retorts and arms fold on his chest.   Clearly she hadn’t seen an interrogation if she thinks this is one.   But there’s curiosity now thick in his veins,  for there were rules between nephilim and the downworld,  one of them involving the aforementioned market.   And whilst existence of such a thing was not necessarily a grave offense,  that which happened in the shadows usually was.   He’s a head of an institute,  after all,  and existence of such entities where plans are whispered like secrets,  sends his idea to better the relationships between shadowhunters and downworlders at least a hundred years back to the past.     “Does the high warlock of Brooklyn know about this?”     He questions again,  sure that Magnus would be the one to erase his worries and his suspicions.   He could trust him,  always did,  his word that the warlock in front of him wasn’t up to anything would’ve been enough.     “Even a modicum of common sense should suggest that asking him would give you better chances than asking me.”

"I didn't realise the Shadow Market was such a taboo place." Now that she knew that she'd be watched here, too, she would make a point of finding another market to visit. The last thing she or Magnus needed was to be interrogated by the Clave. Not for purchasing supplies that were legal in any other country. Maybe next time she'd forego New York and visit the market in London. At least then she could purchase what she needed without the harassment from the local Institute. Talia knew if she wanted to meet Magnus she'd have to come to New York but at least it could be done without the scrutiny that she was currently having to deal with. "Does he know I'm visiting the market? I don't know you'd have to ask him." She wasn't going to drag her oldest friend into this mess. He knew she was in town and he knew that she was visiting the market. But she wasn't going to tip her hand and inadvertently get him into trouble to boot. No, she would keep their friendship from this one until it was absolutely necessary. "Well, I'll make certain to pack more comfortable shoes when visiting New York. Just in case we run into each other again. And I'll make certain to know the location of the market, as well."

#hcredis #⸢ verse → main ⸥ ❛ v; torn between light and dark ❜ || main #⸢ writings → interactions ⸥ suffering builds character || ❛ interactions ❜ #⸢ holding → queue ⸥ league of queues #[pssh you're fine #xD #i didn't read all of them #so you're fine!]

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&&. odd stranger // gcroinya

Friends are rare these days and their enemies are a horde.   One must forgive Natasha’s paranoia,  but it will not be something she will actively seek forgiveness for.   This whole scene is quite innocent,  for she wears her civilian clothes and the conversation unravels in a public place.   If she really had any solid evidence that the other was not to be trusted,  well…   All of this would’ve went down under a cover of the night and there might’ve been just a bit less chatting.   She doesn’t need much from the other,  this is all just to get a little taste.   A little idea of who the other is,  and when do people show their sides,  but when they are in danger?   Basic fight or flight is a powerful thing,  it reveals a lot about a person.   Be it in a shape of a crease forming between their brows,  or lips that slowly form into a silent growl.   There’s a lot without even hearing the words that they have to offer,  but with this one?   There’s NOTHING at all.     “Does danger excite you?”     She takes her words and twists them,  turns them into something that would fit this situation best.   Is it a lie or is it true,  Natasha only hopes that she will see than answer on the other’s face.     “Or are you just indifferent to it?”

Cocking her head slightly, it was a question she hadn't expected to hear. Part of her did enjoy danger and the thrill that came from it. Another knew that to fulfil her own plans she needed to not chase danger but respect it enough to leave it alone. Something told her, though, that this one enjoyed danger just as much as she did but instead of respecting it she chased after it. Any other time and she might've thought this was a woman who understood her more than anyone. But this wasn't just any situation. Talia knew the other had followed her after her meeting with Stark which meant that there was more to this than met the eye. "Of course there is a bit of excitement with danger," she told the other, making certain to choose her words carefully. The last thing she needed was to give the other some sort of advantage. Nor did she want to give herself away. This woman was similar enough to herself that she would see anything if she left only the smallest opening. So far she hadn't but this line of questioning was strange and could force her to open doors she hadn't thought she would answer. "That doesn't mean I go looking for it. You seem to be the sort who finds enjoyment in danger. Or are you the type who just ignores it."

#gcroinya #⸢ verse → marvel ⸥ ❛ v; cross the divide ❜ || alternate #⸢ writings → interactions ⸥ suffering builds character || ❛ interactions ❜ #⸢ holding → queue ⸥ league of queues

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&&. bruce // illunaris

Her hand that rested on his arm was swiftly covered by his own hand. Her comment made him chuckle. “Taste is subjective, or so they say. I agree though, this is nice.” Maybe they can make this even homelier? Add something that both Damian and Talia had lived with before coming to Gotham. “But it’s still just a work in progress. I think you and I should take a trip to Ikea sometime and see what’s missing.” He gestured at a particularily old banner, the color already greyed out and fading. “We won’t be able to get something like this, stitching work made by a Wayne living many decades ago, but we may find something to makes you feel more at home too.”

"Ikea?" There was amusement in her voice as she looked over at Bruce. If they were going to furnish the manor in something more homier she wasn't going to allow him to do it at Ikea, of all places. He could've been joking with her but something told her he was quiet serious about that. "I'm sure we can find other places to bring in something to make this place homier, and to fill it with love," Talia added, smiling at the fact that Bruce had covered her hand with his own. It was the last thing she'd expected; such a small act of affection after everything they'd been through. But this was going to be their home and she was going to do her best to embrace that. Looking at the tapestry, she wondered if maybe there wasn't a way for her to get a replica made so that they could save this one for future generations. "We may not be able to get that but I'm sure I've got some connections that might be able to get something similar. There should always be something of the Waynes in this manor, Bruce. Even if it's something simple like that."

#illunaris #c; bruce wayne #⸢ verse → main ⸥ ❛ v; torn between light and dark ❜ || main #⸢ writings → interactions ⸥ suffering builds character || ❛ interactions ❜ #⸢ holding → queue ⸥ league of queues

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"You don't scare me."

There weren't many things in life that truly scared her. Between the training her father had put her through and the multiple deaths her sister had caused, there was little left for her to actually fear. Not even the one there in front of her provoked any sort of fear response. If anything, she was curious as to what it was they were doing there. Most who climbed the path to his mountain compound sought out to train with the league for one reason or another and she normally allowed it. Of course, Talia also knew that those who came rarely survived the gruelling training. But those who did were invited to join and help grow their ranks. Was that what they wanted? Or was there some other reason that they'd come to her?"So why is it you've come to Nanda Parbat? What are you looking for?"

@mythicamber​

#mythicamber #⸢ verse → main ⸥ ❛ v; torn between light and dark ❜ || main #⸢ writings → interactions ⸥ suffering builds character || ❛ interactions ❜ #⸢ holding → queue ⸥ league of queues #[thanks for the follow!]

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APPEARANCE // HANDS & FEET

Talia's hands are something she takes meticulous care of. To the point she will make her own hand lotion out of things she normally found in and around Nanda Parbat. She constantly wants them to be soft and not showing the age that they technically should given how old she really is. Any callouses that she has she uses the lotion to smooth them out. If worse comes to worse she will find a way of removing them. Unfortunately, due to her training or her constant writing she gets callouses on her fingers and the palm of her hand. She knew that hand lotion can only do so much but she tries to keep them to a minimum. She also enjoys wearing rings. Usually two on each hand with the finger normally reserved for a wedding ring purposefully left bare. One of her rings represents her family and the rest are from the stones found in and around Nanda Parbat. She also paints her nails, something dark like maroon or dark blue or sometimes even black. The only time she wears red is when she's going on a date.

Her feet are also something she takes meticulous care of. Given that she's constantly found in heels, she knows that her feet are constantly paying the price. The last thing she needs is for something to happen to them. Even more so when she needs to slip into her gear that she uses to fight with. To go from high heels to combat boots is quite the change for her but taking care of her feet makes it easier for her to go from one to the other. Like her fingernails, her toenails are painted though unlike her fingernails her toenails are always painted black. There are always times when she'll wear rings on her toes. Usually when she walks around her apartment barefoot or she wears sandals. Otherwise she doesn't bother with them as they are uncomfortable in her high heels.

#⸢ files → self ⸥ headcanons

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APPEARANCE // SCENT

Talia isn't the sort of person who goes for the over the top sort of scents. She doesn't want to be the person you smell long before you see them. Not only would it make some of her training obsolete, but it's just not the person she is. She's always preferred subtle scents, sometimes mixing in a little spice with the subtle floral scents she tends to wear. Those who actually get close enough will pick up on the subtle hints of lavender, honeysuckle along with cinnamon that is in the perfume she uses. It's only something she uses when she's staying in the city or when she's on business. When she stays at Nanda Parbat there is no point in her wearing perfume as its only her soldiers and those who have made the trip up the mountain to find her and the compound.

Her natural scent tends to be slightly floral. Between growing up in the desert and then living most of her life in London her natural scent isn't something she really picked up on. Until someone pointed out to her that she had a slight floral scent about it. With that information, she made certain to get perfumes that complimented that smell. Of course, there are times when she buys things that will bring it out, but most of the time she prefers to compliment her scents instead of covering them up with something so strong it's the only thing she smells. If any of her partners give her such things she finds ways of regifting them and purchasing something that works better and is something she likes.

#⸢ files → self ⸥ headcanons

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"I was hoping you'd agree to that." The smile on her face grew as she looked at Bruce. It had been far too long since they'd been on a date or at least one that hadn't been free of disasters. But things had been going well for them and she thought that maybe now was time for them to take that tentative next step. "I definitely think we could manage that," Talia added, hesitantly reaching over to take his hand. One way or another they would have as normal a date as possible. Even if she had to request her men from the League to make it so. "A quiet dinner out sound good to you? Or did you have something more in mind?"

@illunaris​ from here

#illunaris #c; bruce wayne #⸢ verse → main ⸥ ❛ v; torn between light and dark ❜ || main #⸢ writings → interactions ⸥ suffering builds character || ❛ interactions ❜ #⸢ holding → queue ⸥ league of queues

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&&. ersken // huntersprayer

      he had wondered if she’d use that name, or perhaps one of the others his network of information had offered up to him for a pretty price. it was a starting point, at least, & told him that she was at least aware of the potential danger there was of lying to him in his own domain. at least, he had to hope she had that sort of sense about her. he moves, boots hitting the ground lightly & sprinkling the hardwood with bits of mud that won’t be there when he moves away. Death lingers, but not longer than She has to in this space. ‘ I knew an al-Ghul once, ’ he says mildly. ‘ he contributed an interesting chemical composition to my library and greenhouse, but we declined to keep in touch further. ’ he can hear the animals moving up the stairs but even as the two of them waddle up with a click of nails & swish of fur, he knows Dust is still there, silently stalking the two of them. ‘ I can see the resemblance. what brings the daughter of an old acquaintance to my door, then? it was unlike your father to politely request things, so I’m surprised at your tenacity. how can I help you? ’

"My father, most likely." It didn't surprise her that her father had visited him. Their family tended to play with things that most would find problematic and this one was one of the few who understood the things they tended to do. She wondered if maybe he hadn't left the composition of his lazarus pit. Even though his required specific locations, hers did not. Unfortunately, hers came about in a way she didn't like to think about. All of that aside, Talia was relieved that he finally agreed to meet with her and while the location was odd it was better than nothing at all. "I'm in search of a particular plant and one that rarely grows outside one of the most remote locations on the planet," she explained, wondering if the rumours she'd heard were true. If he had one of these plants, if he had a way of cultivating it outside of the mountains surrounding Nanda Parbat, then she was in luck. Maybe he would even give her the secrets of keeping it alive outside the mountains. First things first and she needed to find out if he had the plant before she asked him to explain his processes. "My father tends to demand things and when that doesn't work he takes. I'd like to think I'm better than that," she explained, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. She was unlike Ra's and hated to be compared to him. But if that was the price she had to pay for this meeting so be it. "As I said I'm looking for a plant and I've heard you just might have it."

#huntersprayer #⸢ verse → main ⸥ ❛ v; torn between light and dark ❜ || main #⸢ writings → interactions ⸥ suffering builds character || ❛ interactions ❜ #⸢ holding → queue ⸥ league of queues

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&&. interesting stranger // runedwhip

ruby tinted lips purse slightly at the unprompted words, dark gaze focused on the woman in front of her. she has no comment to them, but she nods anyway. isabelle’s always been the gentler and more easy going of all the lightwood siblings, so of course she’d been the one to volunteer to find out why the woman was around, while the others tried to come up with reasons. as much as their guesses ranged from interesting or funny to downright boring or absurd, she’s always found it easiest to just ask when she wants to know something. even if she knows nothing else but potentially a face connected to a name.

“sounds like a piece of advice that little green goblin from the star explosion thing mundanes are obsessed with would say. or did take come off from the inside of a greeting card?”

"It's possible that it came from something even older," she pointed out, offering the other a smile. The world around them seemed to be determined to find out the truth no matter what and no one really thought to look inside of themselves. Or maybe that was just the way of the world. She'd made a point of sticking to her own little corner and were it not for the fact she was meeting Magnus Talia wouldn't have even been in the city. But Magnus was someone she would always return to visit and this time she hoped that maybe he could help her with something. In the meantime, she would find a way of entertaining this new guest. Even though this wasn't Gotham, she knew that there were bound to be eyes on her. Someone new always managed to attract the wrong sort of attention. If she wanted to know why she was there all she had to do was ask. Her meeting with Magnus was innocent enough and she knew that Magnus would tell them exactly the same thing. No one needed to know she was looking for the Shadow Market. No one other than Magnus, that was. "You'd be amazed at how old the sayings you find in greeting cards really are. Coffee? Or are you the sort who prefers tea in the afternoon?"

#runedwhip #⸢ verse → main ⸥ ❛ v; torn between light and dark ❜ || main #⸢ writings → interactions ⸥ suffering builds character || ❛ interactions ❜ #⸢ holding → queue ⸥ league of queues #[pssh #no rush with me silly #xD]

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&&. bruce // illunaris

Things are never easy. People often just acted withing whatever constrain they can work with, no matter how good that might turn out. Bruce was no different. Talia had his sympathy. “You had good intentions.” She had done it for Damian. What they did now was for Damian too, but not only. Bruce didn’t just want a child with her again to make up the mistakes they did with the first child. He wanted a child with her because he loves her. “He can’t destroy our family, even if he tries.” Bruce wants to be assuring and to lead Talia into this gently. She wasn’t yet used to this kind of safety. “What good is a league full of assassins if I have you and Damian on my side?”

"I did." Her choice hadn't been easy but she knew Damian was better with Bruce than with Ra's. In time she knew that she'd have to fight her son for control of the League and it wasn't something she'd wanted to think about let alone actually face. A part of her also believed that a son should know his father and while she'd hoped Bruce wouldn't put him into the line of fire, she couldn't blame him either. Damian was safe and that was all that mattered to her. Now, though, it seemed as if they were actually talking about another child, a sibling for Damian and Talia wasn't certain if she should be pleased by the thought or scared. She wasn't the sort of person that should be a mother. Even with Bruce by her side she wasn't a good mother. But she loved him and maybe this time around things would actually be different. "He can try," he tried to tell him, knowing what her father could do. Ra's would always try to destroy her to get his heir. At least together they could keep that from happening. "They are better than you think. You could think of them like bodyguards that are there even if you can't see them." And it would keep her family safe from anything Ra's wanted to try.

@illunaris​

#illunaris #c; bruce wayne #⸢ verse → main ⸥ ❛ v; torn between light and dark ❜ || main #⸢ writings → interactions ⸥ suffering builds character || ❛ interactions ❜ #⸢ holding → queue ⸥ league of queues

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"I got you a little something." He stepped behind her and gently moved her hair on one side of her neck, then placed a necklace made of green, shining emerald gems around said beautiful neck. "They accent your eyes so well."

@illunaris​

"Bruce…" In all honesty, she couldn't believe what he'd done. Things between them were good, better than good, and having caught the glimmer of light from the gems the look of shock on her face deepened. She honestly couldn't believe what Bruce had done and once it was settled on her neck, Talia moved to run her fingers along it. And what made it all the better were his words. Always the charmer and yet she managed to fall for them time and time again. "It's beautiful. Thank you," was all she could say, turning around to face the other. She loved Bruce more than words could ever say, and cupping his cheek she moved to kiss him. "I love you, and this, Bruce. You're right it does accent my eyes."

#illunaris #c; bruce wayne #⸢ verse → main ⸥ ❛ v; torn between light and dark ❜ || main #⸢ writings → interactions ⸥ suffering builds character || ❛ interactions ❜ #⸢ holding → queue ⸥ league of queues #[xD #i don't have an asks banner #might need to change that]

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"You've got five minutes, Mister Dent…"

The last thing she'd expected was to see the other there in her office. Even though she'd been in Gotham for a few months, she'd made a point of avoiding certain people until she could get a foothold in the city. Now, though, she was slowly starting to reach out and while she'd yet to do that with Dent, she had a feeling someone else had. It would explain why the other was in her office and why he seemed to think she could be of some help. In all honesty, Talia wasn't too keen on accepting his help. She knew what he used to do and knew that he'd changed dramatically. What she needed were those who could help her without tipping Batman's hand. As much as she wanted to believe he wouldn't, she knew better than to assume anything else. "As you can see I'm quite a busy woman and I'm certain we didn't have an appointment today.

#dentedcrime #⸢ verse → main ⸥ ❛ v; torn between light and dark ❜ || main #⸢ writings → interactions ⸥ suffering builds character || ❛ interactions ❜ #⸢ holding → queue ⸥ league of queues #[thanks for the follow!]

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APPEARANCE // HAIR

Talia has medium length, dark brown almost black hair. Thanks to both her parents her hair tends to always be dark almost black in nature. When she's not wearing it pulled back or when it's not underneath a hijab, her hair normally falls just past her shoulders. There is a slight natural wave to her hair and it's not something that one would notice unless she made a point of accentuating it. During her time at school and carrying over into her time at business school, Talia would sometimes dye her hair different colours. Sometimes it would be red, sometimes blue or green or even purple; anything to make herself stand out and be an individual. Once she graduated business school and started to work towards her plan, she left the multi-coloured hair behind and has kept it almost black.

To anyone who runs their hand through her hair they'll find it soft, almost thick in nature, and something that is well taken care of. As someone who takes pride in their looks, Talia makes a point of keeping her hair luxurious and free of things like split ends. Even after all the dyeing she did during school, she made a point of restoring her hair to the healthy state it would've been had she not changed it to different colours. She also has a standing appointment at her stylist in London that she visits once every six months to make certain that her hair is still in good health. Any split ends will be removed and to spoil herself she allows her stylist to put nutrients into her hair that help keep it looking soft and shiny.

#⸢ files → self ⸥ headcanons