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Iris Starling
“We promised to never let go.”
“We promised to never let go.”
“Oh? So you just let anyone play dress-up with you?” Iris snorted, tossing the jacket toward him with an easy flick of her wrist before ducking back into the racks. This time, she disappeared even further, vanishing into the jungle of costumes with renewed determination. “Since you’re offering,” she called out, her voice muffled by layers of fabric, “I think I shall—if only because you’ve managed to distract me long enough from what I should be doing. And, truthfully? I could use the stress relief.” Her rummaging became louder, more chaotic, until suddenly, from a completely different section of racks, a pair of loafers came flying out into the open. A moment later, her head followed, peeking out with a wide, almost manic grin stretched across her face.
“You’re going to regret giving me this freedom, Theo,” she warned, mischief dancing in her eyes as she winked at him before vanishing again. “I am going to prove that you are, in fact, very attractive—so long as you’re wearing the right colors and fabric.” More rustling. More shifting. The sound of hangers clattering against one another as she dove deeper.
“I have been dying to convince you to stop wearing those awful tan slacks for weeks now.” Then, as if on cue, her head popped back out in front of him, her expression suddenly softer, almost sympathetic. “Not that they aren’t stylish,” she conceded, her lips twitching in amusement, “but, seriously—what are you? An old man performing vaudeville?” Another snort of laughter, another disappearance into the racks.
“If you think that jacket is rough, you should see some of the larger costume pieces in here.” Her voice drifted from somewhere deeper in the storage unit, followed by the unmistakable sound of fabric shifting and something heavy being dragged across the floor. “I’m pretty sure I just ran across an old plant puppet from that musical—you know, the one where the plant eats everyone? Apparently, the actor threw up inside it because you had to control it while doing crunches.”
A dramatic gag echoed from the depths of the costume jungle, followed by flashes of her blonde curls weaving between hangers like some kind of mischievous gremlin. Every so often, a garment would come flying out—without her even looking at Theo’s size, yet somehow still fitting him almost perfectly.
The pile grew at an alarming rate. A crown. A cat tail. A pair of pants. A tunic. A fake sword. And—perhaps the most chaotic addition of all—a plush set of paws. Just when it seemed like she had exhausted her collection of surprises, there was a beat of silence. Then, from the farthest corner of the storage unit, a quiet gasp echoed, followed by a delighted hum. “Oh, now this… this is something special.” her head popped out once more, from another area as she grinned towards him. "You said you enjoy feathers yes?" she asked before tossing out a feather head dress and snorted sneaking back inside, apparently still not satisfied with her finds just yet.
“You’re going to regret giving me this freedom, Theo,” she warned, mischief dancing in her eyes as she winked at him before vanishing again. “I am going to prove that you are, in fact, very attractive—so long as you’re wearing the right colors and fabric.” More rustling. More shifting. The sound of hangers clattering against one another as she dove deeper.
“I have been dying to convince you to stop wearing those awful tan slacks for weeks now.” Then, as if on cue, her head popped back out in front of him, her expression suddenly softer, almost sympathetic. “Not that they aren’t stylish,” she conceded, her lips twitching in amusement, “but, seriously—what are you? An old man performing vaudeville?” Another snort of laughter, another disappearance into the racks.
“If you think that jacket is rough, you should see some of the larger costume pieces in here.” Her voice drifted from somewhere deeper in the storage unit, followed by the unmistakable sound of fabric shifting and something heavy being dragged across the floor. “I’m pretty sure I just ran across an old plant puppet from that musical—you know, the one where the plant eats everyone? Apparently, the actor threw up inside it because you had to control it while doing crunches.”
A dramatic gag echoed from the depths of the costume jungle, followed by flashes of her blonde curls weaving between hangers like some kind of mischievous gremlin. Every so often, a garment would come flying out—without her even looking at Theo’s size, yet somehow still fitting him almost perfectly.
The pile grew at an alarming rate. A crown. A cat tail. A pair of pants. A tunic. A fake sword. And—perhaps the most chaotic addition of all—a plush set of paws. Just when it seemed like she had exhausted her collection of surprises, there was a beat of silence. Then, from the farthest corner of the storage unit, a quiet gasp echoed, followed by a delighted hum. “Oh, now this… this is something special.” her head popped out once more, from another area as she grinned towards him. "You said you enjoy feathers yes?" she asked before tossing out a feather head dress and snorted sneaking back inside, apparently still not satisfied with her finds just yet.
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Iris Starling
“We promised to never let go.”
“We promised to never let go.”
”Relax Theo, I’m not that cruel of a person” Iris emerged from the racks, brushing dust off her hands as if she had just unearthed something legendary. The feathered headdress sat among the growing pile, extravagant and waiting for its grand reveal. But first— “Alright, up.” She snapped her fingers, motioning for Theo to stand. “Can’t appreciate my brilliance if you’re just lounging there.” Without waiting for permission, she reached for the velvet jacket, tugging it into place with critical precision. Fingers fussed over the fabric, smoothing out the shoulders, adjusting the fit. She barely noticed how close she was.
Her focus was absolute. The usual teasing edge in her voice softened as she tilted her head, stepping back just enough to survey her work. “Much better,” she murmured, almost to herself. Then the loafers. “Foot,” she ordered, tapping her own as if that explained everything. When there was even a second of hesitation, she huffed dramatically, crouching to grab one of the shoes. Removing his own and sliding the new pair on with surprising care, she patted his ankle lightly before straightening. “See? I would never lead you astray.” Her smirk was quick, playful. “Now, the pièce de résistance.”
With a dramatic flourish, she grabbed the absurdly fluffy cat paws and all but shoved them into his hands. “You have to put these on,” she said, dead serious. “It’s non-negotiable.” And before he could even think about protesting, she grabbed his wrist and helped slide one on herself. The soft fur brushed against her skin as she adjusted the fit, fingers grazing his briefly in the process—not that she noticed. Or maybe she did, but she didn’t think about it. Not until her heart did something stupid. For a brief second, she hesitated, her grip on the oversized paw loosening. When her gaze flickered up, something almost thoughtful lingered there. But instead of whatever had almost slipped out, she let out a small huff of amusement.
“Hah! See? God-like I told you so—good accessories really do change everything.” She placed her hands on her hips, tilting her head as if locking the image in her mind. But then, something in her expression shifted. A pause, a small exhale. “…Thanks, by the way.” Her fingers reached up and idly toyed with the sleeve of his jacket, her voice a little quieter. “For letting me do this. For—” she huffed a small laugh, glancing away for just a second. “I needed something to laugh about today. You’re a good sport.” The moment was fleeting, there and gone before it could settle. And then, just like that— She clapped her hands together, grinning like she hadn’t just said something sincere. “Alright, now put on the headdress. I need to see this masterpiece in full.”
Her focus was absolute. The usual teasing edge in her voice softened as she tilted her head, stepping back just enough to survey her work. “Much better,” she murmured, almost to herself. Then the loafers. “Foot,” she ordered, tapping her own as if that explained everything. When there was even a second of hesitation, she huffed dramatically, crouching to grab one of the shoes. Removing his own and sliding the new pair on with surprising care, she patted his ankle lightly before straightening. “See? I would never lead you astray.” Her smirk was quick, playful. “Now, the pièce de résistance.”
With a dramatic flourish, she grabbed the absurdly fluffy cat paws and all but shoved them into his hands. “You have to put these on,” she said, dead serious. “It’s non-negotiable.” And before he could even think about protesting, she grabbed his wrist and helped slide one on herself. The soft fur brushed against her skin as she adjusted the fit, fingers grazing his briefly in the process—not that she noticed. Or maybe she did, but she didn’t think about it. Not until her heart did something stupid. For a brief second, she hesitated, her grip on the oversized paw loosening. When her gaze flickered up, something almost thoughtful lingered there. But instead of whatever had almost slipped out, she let out a small huff of amusement.
“Hah! See? God-like I told you so—good accessories really do change everything.” She placed her hands on her hips, tilting her head as if locking the image in her mind. But then, something in her expression shifted. A pause, a small exhale. “…Thanks, by the way.” Her fingers reached up and idly toyed with the sleeve of his jacket, her voice a little quieter. “For letting me do this. For—” she huffed a small laugh, glancing away for just a second. “I needed something to laugh about today. You’re a good sport.” The moment was fleeting, there and gone before it could settle. And then, just like that— She clapped her hands together, grinning like she hadn’t just said something sincere. “Alright, now put on the headdress. I need to see this masterpiece in full.”
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Iris Starling
“We promised to never let go.”
“We promised to never let go.”
As soon as Theo turned to face her, the sharp shutter of a camera cut through the air. Iris blinked, her eyebrows shooting up in feigned alarm. In a flash, she fumbled to turn off her phone, tucking it swiftly behind her back. Then, as if nothing had happened, she plastered on a wide grin, feigning complete innocence. No way was she about to explain why she’d just snapped a picture of the so-called dreamboat of the cast and audience—especially while he looked like a drunken attempt at a bird. A puff of laughter escaped her before she could stop it. The headdress was an absolute mess—feathers flopped over his face, some teetering on the edge of falling off entirely.
“Hell, that thing is overtaking you,” she wheezed between laughs, shaking her head. “Alright, alright, hold on.” She shoved her phone back into her pocket and scooted closer. Her eyes gleamed with amusement as she tilted her head, giving him a once-over.
“Luckily, I don’t have to reach too high to fix this disaster.” Iris got to work, straightening the gaudy monstrosity. It looked like something rejected from a Las Vegas musical—dripping in glitter, sequins, and an unnecessary amount of feathers. She grunted softly as she worked, pushing a few stubborn plumes upright.
“Just—hold still,” she muttered, stepping in closer. The space between them vanished. Her chest pressed lightly against his as she leaned up, wiggling the last feather into place with a determined frown. The feathers finally tamed, Iris then with a final flick of her hand, she reached for that one rebellious strand of hair, curling it around her finger before letting it rest neatly against his forehead.
Iris nodded in approval. “A total hottie,” she snorted, giving his chest a firm pat to confirm her work was done. Then, stepping back, she lifted a hand to her lips, struggling to contain her laughter. With a dramatic wave, she gestured for him to admire her handiwork. “Obviously, all gods look like this.” The words barely made it past her wheezing laughter. Iris was now reaching back for her phone, ready to claim another picture, to add to the one taken prior.
“Hell, that thing is overtaking you,” she wheezed between laughs, shaking her head. “Alright, alright, hold on.” She shoved her phone back into her pocket and scooted closer. Her eyes gleamed with amusement as she tilted her head, giving him a once-over.
“Luckily, I don’t have to reach too high to fix this disaster.” Iris got to work, straightening the gaudy monstrosity. It looked like something rejected from a Las Vegas musical—dripping in glitter, sequins, and an unnecessary amount of feathers. She grunted softly as she worked, pushing a few stubborn plumes upright.
“Just—hold still,” she muttered, stepping in closer. The space between them vanished. Her chest pressed lightly against his as she leaned up, wiggling the last feather into place with a determined frown. The feathers finally tamed, Iris then with a final flick of her hand, she reached for that one rebellious strand of hair, curling it around her finger before letting it rest neatly against his forehead.
Iris nodded in approval. “A total hottie,” she snorted, giving his chest a firm pat to confirm her work was done. Then, stepping back, she lifted a hand to her lips, struggling to contain her laughter. With a dramatic wave, she gestured for him to admire her handiwork. “Obviously, all gods look like this.” The words barely made it past her wheezing laughter. Iris was now reaching back for her phone, ready to claim another picture, to add to the one taken prior.
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Iris Starling
“We promised to never let go.”
“We promised to never let go.”
"Mhmm?" Iris responded with a distracted nod, flicking open her phone once more to snap a few extra pictures. Her grin was wide—mischievous—and it was clear she had plans for those photos. “Oh!” She blinked up, caught off guard by the way Theo’s gaze had locked onto her phone. Heat bloomed across her face, spreading from her cheeks to the tips of her ears as she hurriedly snapped her phone shut, tucking it away with a nonchalant shrug.
“I don’t know,” she mused, tilting her head. “I think I’ve got the perfect blackmail material on you now, so…” Her lips curled into a smirk. “Who knows what I might do with these photos, Mister Skordilis?” With a teasing wink, she dropped her voice into something low and sultry, attempting to appear mysterious—though the effect was somewhat ruined by the lingering blush on her cheeks.
Then, just as quickly, she turned away, redirecting her attention to the scattered pile of costumes. One by one, she began sorting through them, returning pieces to their rightful place.
“But,” she sighed, forcing herself back into focus, “we should probably stop playing around. There’s still a light out, and I’d like for you all to get at least one hour of rehearsal before running off to enjoy life outside of this theater.” The reminder wasn’t just for Theo—it was for herself, too. There would be time to joke around again later. Maybe once the show had wrapped. The thought made her pause. Her fingers lingered on the rack of clothing, her grip tightening as an unsettling weight settled in her chest. After this show wraps up… then what?
She knew the routine by now. A brief week to breathe, then it would be back to the same hellish cycle. Back to waiting for her father’s judgment, hoping—again—that this show might somehow be enough to change his mind. But deep down, she knew better. Every performance was just another tally mark against her, another reminder that she still hadn’t earned her way back into her family’s good graces. And with this disaster? Iris swallowed hard, unable to shake the feeling that this might be an omen—one that would only worsen her exile.
“…After this show is over,” she asked suddenly, still not looking at Theo, her hands busied with separating the heavy layers of costumes, “do you think you’ll come back for the next one?”
Her voice was steady, but there was something tentative about it, like she wasn’t sure she wanted the answer. “Or will you go off to another city? Another town?” She continued, her fingers tightening around a sleeve before letting go. Most of the cast would stay. They had roots here—families, homes, lives that kept them anchored. But some were already whispering about new opportunities in other states, bigger theaters, better roles. It was just part of this life. Always getting used to saying goodbye. No matter how much she hated it.
“I don’t know,” she mused, tilting her head. “I think I’ve got the perfect blackmail material on you now, so…” Her lips curled into a smirk. “Who knows what I might do with these photos, Mister Skordilis?” With a teasing wink, she dropped her voice into something low and sultry, attempting to appear mysterious—though the effect was somewhat ruined by the lingering blush on her cheeks.
Then, just as quickly, she turned away, redirecting her attention to the scattered pile of costumes. One by one, she began sorting through them, returning pieces to their rightful place.
“But,” she sighed, forcing herself back into focus, “we should probably stop playing around. There’s still a light out, and I’d like for you all to get at least one hour of rehearsal before running off to enjoy life outside of this theater.” The reminder wasn’t just for Theo—it was for herself, too. There would be time to joke around again later. Maybe once the show had wrapped. The thought made her pause. Her fingers lingered on the rack of clothing, her grip tightening as an unsettling weight settled in her chest. After this show wraps up… then what?
She knew the routine by now. A brief week to breathe, then it would be back to the same hellish cycle. Back to waiting for her father’s judgment, hoping—again—that this show might somehow be enough to change his mind. But deep down, she knew better. Every performance was just another tally mark against her, another reminder that she still hadn’t earned her way back into her family’s good graces. And with this disaster? Iris swallowed hard, unable to shake the feeling that this might be an omen—one that would only worsen her exile.
“…After this show is over,” she asked suddenly, still not looking at Theo, her hands busied with separating the heavy layers of costumes, “do you think you’ll come back for the next one?”
Her voice was steady, but there was something tentative about it, like she wasn’t sure she wanted the answer. “Or will you go off to another city? Another town?” She continued, her fingers tightening around a sleeve before letting go. Most of the cast would stay. They had roots here—families, homes, lives that kept them anchored. But some were already whispering about new opportunities in other states, bigger theaters, better roles. It was just part of this life. Always getting used to saying goodbye. No matter how much she hated it.
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Iris Starling
“We promised to never let go.”
“We promised to never let go.”
Iris was still mulling over the nickname "Blondie" when she almost missed his response to her question. When the words finally registered, the nickname brought a faint smile to her lips, but she quickly pursed them, forcing the grin to disappear. She cleared her throat, nervously fluffing her hair to hide the blush that lingered on her cheeks.
“It would be improper to show favoritism, and I don’t control the cast list, Mister Skordilis,” she quipped with a roll of her eyes, though the corners of her lips betrayed her growing amusement. She kept pace with him as they walked, making her way toward the light. The rest of the task was straightforward enough. Iris had taken the opportunity to tease Theo as he struggled to lift the light, purposely showing off how effortlessly she managed it. Once she found the right light, she assigned Theo the simpler task of holding the doors open and locking up while she handled the heavy lifting.
After returning to the main stage, she reclaimed her keys and shooed Theo off to gather the crew for the next round of rehearsals, all while she barked orders from the catwalk above. She had the show’s lines memorized by heart after months of practice, so even as she worked with the equipment re-installing a light with expert ease, she could easily jump in to help a cast member if needed.
The day before opening night arrived faster than Iris could prepare for it. Tech rehearsal had left her more drained than usual, her clothes now consisting of a simple black t-shirt and leggings, her hair pulled into a messy braid or ponytail. Her arms were draped with last-minute props and items, always on hand for whatever might be needed.
As she finished the final adjustments to the stage, she heard the cast trickling in. Dark circles under her eyes hinted at her exhaustion, and she wondered how long today’s rehearsal would run. Yesterday’s run-through had stretched longer than expected, and the thought of the quick costume change that had turned into a chaotic scramble made her wince. Shit, the costume adjustments, Iris swore under her breath as she quickly exited the stage and barged into the dressing rooms, uncaring if anyone squeaked in surprise at her sudden entrance.
With a fierce determination in her step and safety pins in hand, it was clear she was focused on one thing: fixing the pants that refused to stay up on several of the actors.
“It would be improper to show favoritism, and I don’t control the cast list, Mister Skordilis,” she quipped with a roll of her eyes, though the corners of her lips betrayed her growing amusement. She kept pace with him as they walked, making her way toward the light. The rest of the task was straightforward enough. Iris had taken the opportunity to tease Theo as he struggled to lift the light, purposely showing off how effortlessly she managed it. Once she found the right light, she assigned Theo the simpler task of holding the doors open and locking up while she handled the heavy lifting.
After returning to the main stage, she reclaimed her keys and shooed Theo off to gather the crew for the next round of rehearsals, all while she barked orders from the catwalk above. She had the show’s lines memorized by heart after months of practice, so even as she worked with the equipment re-installing a light with expert ease, she could easily jump in to help a cast member if needed.
------ Time Skip ------
The day before opening night arrived faster than Iris could prepare for it. Tech rehearsal had left her more drained than usual, her clothes now consisting of a simple black t-shirt and leggings, her hair pulled into a messy braid or ponytail. Her arms were draped with last-minute props and items, always on hand for whatever might be needed.
As she finished the final adjustments to the stage, she heard the cast trickling in. Dark circles under her eyes hinted at her exhaustion, and she wondered how long today’s rehearsal would run. Yesterday’s run-through had stretched longer than expected, and the thought of the quick costume change that had turned into a chaotic scramble made her wince. Shit, the costume adjustments, Iris swore under her breath as she quickly exited the stage and barged into the dressing rooms, uncaring if anyone squeaked in surprise at her sudden entrance.
With a fierce determination in her step and safety pins in hand, it was clear she was focused on one thing: fixing the pants that refused to stay up on several of the actors.
