Petra felt vulnerable as she tiptoed through the halls, being pushed around by the herds of students stampeding towards the Castleteria. She was starving, but she always found herself at the end of the line. By the time she was at the front, lunch would either be over, or she’d mess up and order something she didn’t actually like. She wasn’t being pessimistic, she was just thinking from experience. She was still shaky from basically decapitating her roommate, even though it had been two periods since. She was still quite far from the large entry doors to the Castleteria when she heard someone call her name so loudly, she couldn’t even question if it had actually been said. ”PETRA! GET YOUR STUNNING LITTLE SELF OVER HERE!! I DEMAND YOUR LOVE AND AFFECTION!” The command was followed by an almost musical giggle, belonging to Caoimhe, the first person to tell Petra she had potential-bursting with the stuff, in fact. She’d filled Petra’s head with visions of fame and praise, awards and honor. She’d filled Petra with so much flattery, she went back to her dorm and began right away, Caoimhe in mind the entire time. Petra hobbled towards the girl who shone like a multicolored gem. Nearly white skin popped against a fuschia mane topped with a striped hat that much resembled an Easter egg. Tattoos covered her bare arms, a dress of all colors in existence flounced out around her. She was like a rainbow lighthouse, her novel warmth pulling Petra towards her. Petra appeared slightly hunched over, braid twisting down her back. Though an artist, she seemed so plain in the ironed burgundy dress, cookie-cutter face. Even her red hair didn’t blaze like a bonfire like Caoimhe’s.
Both girls had the painting in mind. But Petra felt as if she were drowning in dread. Every flaw and everything she had questioned as her brush swiped across the canvas resurfaced and she wanted to close up like a Venus fly trap and run away, hide from the disappointment that would surely come from the girl awaiting her. She let herself into the inky arms of the girl, smile on her lips as she took a deep breath. She had to find faith that Caoimhe would still see her as a worthy artist, one of the future greats, someone worthwhile. She blushed. She really did feel comforted in these arms. ”It’s been so long! How are you my lovely?!”
She ducked her head, but couldn’t take her gaze off Caoimhe. She was so pretty and colorful… "It’s… been … it’s been a bit of a long day,"Petra admitted, speaking softly. She felt she could be honest about this with Caoimhe. “You’re the stunning-looking one, Caoimhe. I love your dress, with all the colors and patterns…and your hat reminds me of a painted egg.” She gushed nervously, though stopped and turned pink at the last part-was that a compliment or an insult? Was she talking too much?! “…How are you? … I’m really glad you came back.” Her words trembled, a genuine and tiny smile gracing her small lips.
@ltea - caoimhe : everything about her & your post is immaculate~ + @ouijaloveletters - fern : mentioned rip