[[𓆩⟡𓆪 𓆩⟡𓆪 𓆩⟡]]
Clone
After the waltz with Renlin, with flushed cheeks and nervous laughter, Thalia needed a drink. It was not going to be an alcoholic drink, she needed to stay alert today after all, and besides she promised she would quit alcohol and she really needed to. She made her way towards the juice stand, and grabbed one of the glasses of already poured apple juice that surrounded a large apple juice bottle. The first thing Thalia did before she drank was to check for excessive bubbles–there were no bubbles, good, she placed a finger inside it and waited, when she removed her fingers she rubbed them together and felt the stickyness of apple juice. A small smile reached her face as she took a sip, she scanned the arena, ‘perhaps,’ she told herself, ‘this would be a good time to look for Mona’ and with that she chugged the drink, and wiped the remaining liquid off her face as she started to look for Desdemona.
“Should I just call her?” Thalia mumbled to herself, after a couple minutes, she reached through her purse ready to pull up her phone, when she saw a brown haired tanned skin girl walking, the same brunette Thalia has known for a couple years now- Desdemona! Thalia shouted in her mind with glee, ready to make her way towards the girl and talk to her, be there for her, you know? like friends do. She took one step, and before she knew it, something or perhaps someone else had caught her eye. It was a boy–5’11 in height, brunette with blue sanpaku eyes. Hayes
She froze, her eyes wandering from Desdemona to Hayes, the same boy she has been ‘keeping tabs on’ for a while. No, no, no she had not been stalking him, at least she wouldn’t call what she does stalking, she had simple been watching him, trying to gather enough information from what she can find, as after all he was a friend of North.
From all the watching she had done, Thalia knew that Hayes’s daily routine brought him to the school garden every morning, likely to enjoy a quiet smoke away from the crowd. His addiction to nicotine was no secret, but that wasn’t the only detail she’d picked up. He’d previously dated Esther–and had an evident soft spot for cats and herbology. She’d seen him take his time with plants, examining each leaf, every petal, as if listening to them whisper back. And when he wasn’t studying the garden, he was often tucked away with his nose in a book, his well-worn copy of Frankenstein resting on his lap.
But Desdemona—Thalia’s heart quickened at the thought. Des was more than a friend; she was like a lighthouse in a storm, a constant, grounding presence. The look in Desdemona’s eyes when Thalia finally saw her close up was one she recognized: a blend of restlessness and hurt, hidden under her usual bravado. She needed someone by her side, someone she trusted, someone like Thalia. Yet, Hayes’s figure lingered in her peripheral vision, just as intriguing, mysterious, and unreachable as he always seemed. She could walk over, introduce herself, ask him about his plants, his poetry, even Frankenstein. Was today the day she’d finally start a conversation?
Thalia played with her pendant, and before she knew it, she was slowly walking, trying to make herself hidden as she followed Hayes, letting Desdemona’ figure disappear from her view.
@astxrism -hayes
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@Madilfill - ren