[𓆩⟡𓆪 𓆩⟡𓆪 𓆩⟡]
It had been quite late at night when Thalia heard a knocking on her door. It was loud and persistent, echoing through her otherwise quiet dorm. Her first thought was confusion—she wasn’t expecting any visitors.
‘Probably the guardians, or maybe Desdemona needs something’ Thalia shrugged, Thalia shrugged, though the knocking did not sound very Desdemona. Though, she supposed, people’s knocking style was not a constant thing. Still, it was always so obvious to tell who was knocking based on the force they used, or the lack of it. This knocker, though, had quite the force and Thalia was certain it was not Desdemona—so it had to be one of the guardians. She dropped her tea on her desk, stood up from her bed, and began to arrange her room—making sure her files were hidden under their usual spot.
*Knock, Knock
“In a second,” she yelled, putting on her slippers as she quickly walked up to the door, taking a deep breath before opening it. “He—” Thalia had never slammed a door shut faster in her life- or at least tried too. But before she could actually close the door, Renlin’s foot was already in the threshold, a barrier against the door’s closing. He pushed it open with deliberate slowness.
"“Renlin,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, as if saying his name too loudly might make him more real, more present in her space. "“What brings you here?,”
Meeting Renlin in his dorm, going to the Umbra side of the campus, and waiting for him to come out as she knocked on the door might get a witness. Someone or people might see, and possibly Inessa would find out about it. Thalia did not want Inessa to find out about it—she would actually be content if Inessa never found out that Thalia and Renlin were together. If she ever had to find out, it should be in 50 years, when they were in their 70s and maybe they both developed dementia. Seventy-two-year-old Thalia, without dementia, might forget that she was supposed to take her secret entanglement with Renlin to the grave and say, “Remember when I dated your brother? How is he now?”
And that perfect reality that Thalia had about Inessa never finding out, and both Renlin and her moving on with their lives, might crumble if she does go to see Renlin at his dorm, but she did promise him, and she did miss him. Besides, she was sure Inessa would never find out, after this, maybe she could go back to ignoring Renlin and if for some reason, Inessa found out that Thalia went to visit Renlin today and asked why, the concept of lying existed for a reason.
Everything was going to be okay- no worries, hakuna matata. But what if it wasn’t? Oh well, Thalia was already standing directly in front of Renlin’s dorm room, so it was a little to late to worrying.
“Renlin,” Thalia called out from behind the door as she knocked, her fingers trembling slightly as they made contact with the cool wood. The silence of the Umbra campus was unsettling; the usual hustle and bustle had been replaced with an eerie stillness. She hadn’t seen a single soul on her way over, almost as if her lucky necklace had decided to fulfill its lucky nature today for her and since she was here now, she wanted to continue not seeing a single soul. “Are you inside?” She called out as she knocked. Maybe he was till sleeping, it was a bit early after all. She would come later.
She turned around, walking away, when her ears picked up the faint sound of footsteps approaching from within the room. She halted mid-step, her back still to the door, and waited. The door creaked open behind her.
She didn’t turn around immediately. Instead, she smiled to herself, trying to mask the tremor in her hands. “You know,” she said, her voice teasing, “you really took your time answering the door. Were you trying to get your revenge?” She joked.
ok I had 0 idea what I was doing but here
@Madilfill - ren