Now that you're actually not cool, I kinda like you better. (Open/Closed)

[wasalmostdaphne]

Who: Catchall for Bay (Open) and Abby (Closed)
When: Throughout July
What: All sorts of things.
Warnings: Abby swears and does drugs and is generally going to be a problem. Abby and Jesper's closed prompt is NSFW.

Nocwich - Open
Horizon - Open
Thorne - Open

Comments

[everybodysterrible]

She leads with a little bit of extra pep in her step. Slightly more animate as she slips around customers and tables in the tavern on her way to the stairs. Not fast enough to lose Sylvain (although height has a part in that), but she's quick up the stairs and to her door.

Once she's opened her door she vanishes again, leaving it open for him to follow. Her room is as standard as any other. But she has some small hand-painted pieces on the walls, clearly done by someone with a lot of passion and not a lot of talent. All of them glittery in the light for some reason.

Is she sure? No. She can't be sure, so much of that night was deception and cunning. Things meant to mislead and disguise one from friend and stranger. But she'd heard Sylvain talk a few times since they were back and he sounded right. It felt like him. She was looking for the man who was very very annoyingly charming at the ball. So she could just let it go and never know.

Or she could reappear on her bed, wearing a familiar hat, and a nervous little smile as she kept her courage up. "It isn't a tiny feywild bed, but I couldn't fucking steal one of those no matter how small they were."

Please be him. Please be him. Please be him...