The evening has officially come to an end. Cecilia knows that it’s time to brush out her curls, run a lavender scented makeup remover cloth over her face, and let her prom dress puddle to the floor. Yet, something about tonight feels unfinished. There’s an unpleasant electric tingle under her skin that intensifies every time she stops moving for too long and the idea of laying down in bed sounds torturous.
It’s late, sure, but she can’t be the only one feeling this way. And, besides, what is time, anyway? Just a tool she can use to press her friends into adventuring with her; it’s still her sixteenth birthday for a little while longer.
Decision made, Cecilia switches her heels for soft slippers and heads out into the dormitory in search of bad fun. On her way down the stairs, she sends a series of exploratory texts to her friends, composing and deleting several texts to Donovan before settling simply on: What’s up?
When she exits out onto the ground floor, she spots him almost immediately but hangs back, waiting for a response. She doesn’t want it to seem like she is stalking him, which she totally hasn’t been.
Cecilia & Donovan
It’s late, sure, but she can’t be the only one feeling this way. And, besides, what is time, anyway? Just a tool she can use to press her friends into adventuring with her; it’s still her sixteenth birthday for a little while longer.
Decision made, Cecilia switches her heels for soft slippers and heads out into the dormitory in search of bad fun. On her way down the stairs, she sends a series of exploratory texts to her friends, composing and deleting several texts to Donovan before settling simply on: What’s up?
When she exits out onto the ground floor, she spots him almost immediately but hangs back, waiting for a response. She doesn’t want it to seem like she is stalking him, which she totally hasn’t been.