Clone
Thalia found herself meandering towards the hallowed halls of Enchanted Music compositions, propelled by a conversation with Desdemona that lingered in the shadows of her thoughts. The prospect of attending class didn’t exactly spark excitement within her; however, the residue of their exchange seemed to infuse her with a peculiar sense of renewal. Skipping classes was never Thalia’s style; the aftermath of catching up with missed work often proved more burdensome than the class itself. Mercifully, the day’s proceedings were benign, the first post-vacation session lending itself to casual conversation. Thalia, as was her custom, allowed her attention to wander, her gaze fixed vacantly upon the window’s view as she tapped her fingers on her desk. When class had ended, she had been the first to leave, to head to her other morning classes.
When the clock had hit 1:30 pm signifying Thalia’s lunch period, instead of the cafeteria, she had headed straight to the library, she wasn’t particularly hungry, and if she does get hungry, she had snacks inside her bag, so it wasn’t really a cause for concern. She tended to do this- every other day, heading to the library instead of the cafeteria, for many many reasons- one, because she genuinely enjoyed the library, it was quiet, a great way to look at all the photos she had taken, to analyze them and maybe start on an essay or two, some days before it is due, and also because she was sure that he was not come here, it was an easy way to avoid him and an easy way to catch up with all kinds of ‘work’- a win-win situation if you asked her.
Thus, when she opened the door to the library, Thalia had felt a sense of serene as she basked in the library’s peacefulness, it was a huge- HUGE contrasts to the events of last night and she let out a peaceful sigh at that, slipping into her usual spot at one of the study tables, her bag gently settling on the chair beside her as she extracted her sketchbook. She had stood up momentarily, to grab a textbook, to put below her sketchbook. She liked to doodle some times, it was a good way to remove stress, and analyze her photos, by doodling all that she sees in those pictures- the foreground, the background, the outfits, all of that. She had taken her camera from her bag, closing her eyes as she scrolled through the photos in it, which ever photo she opens her eyes too, that was the one she was going to doodle for a while, she decided. After some seconds, her eyes had shot open, and she pursued her lips as she landed on a photo of her- the girl from yesterday who Thalia did not know the name of.
God, yesterday was quite embarrassing, and Thalia was not quite sure if she wanted to doodle this picture as it was sure to remind her of the events of yesterday, no? But she had promised, she had promised herself she was to choose a photo to doodle, and besides she was probably not going to see that girl, again so what was the harm?
She had brought out her pencil case and began to sketch, doodling people behind the brunette, then doodling her dress, and when it was time to doodle her face, Thalia erased and erased- as she could not quite get the nose right, or her eyes due to the fact it was covered by a mask. shxt, she cursed, why is this so hard? she questioned to herself as she erased for the 9th time. Really, she was close to given up, and just starting another story- or maybe leaving the library to take a couple pictures, when she had froze.
There-standing near one of the library sections, was the girl from last night looking conflicted. Thalia’s first reaction, was to panic, to slip away before the short brunette noticed her, but she stayed still- blinking and unsure of what to do, until the brunette titled her head to the side, giving Thalia a pretty good idea on how to attempt to sketch her nose and eye from the side. Still, with how quickly she had titled her head, Thalia was scared she had seen her at first, but that did not seem to be the case, so Thalia had calmed down, squinting her eyes to get a better look at the girl’s features. as she committed it to her memory. She made a mental note of the way her hair fell in soft waves around her face, the curve of her jawline, the slight furrow of her brow. She had doodled it all, her hand’s soft, and carefully as she captured the girl’s likeness on paper, a soft smile on her face, though as soon as that smile had come, that smile had immediately seized to an end, as Thalia closed her notebook, seeing her approach. “Hey,” Thalia began, hoping to play it cool, “Can I be of help?” She had questioned, arching a brow- hoping that the girl did not recognize her and if she did, she wrote off the events of last night as a simple drunken accident, and be off in her merry way or maybe Thalia should try apologizing, but that is of course, only if the girl did remember her.
@novella - Freya