[graves]

Originally Posted by yummyluc

After what seemed like an eternity, Chichima finally left the room, wrapping her wallet handle around her wrist after placing her phone inside it. She lifted her head upon entering the kitchen, smiling brightly as per usual and brushing a loose curl behind her ear. She could do this. It was just an outing with a friend, she went out with Kyran all the time. A new friend, it would be no different. Besides, the store was pretty popular, and the fact Carmen had never heard of it was appalling. She really didn't get out much, did she? Chi saw she'd kept the makeup and felt a little flutter in her chest.

"Ready?" She asked, voice wavering slightly, though not hugely noticeable. Arms folded behind her back, her free hand squeezing her arm. She hid her panicking well. It wasn't a panic, really, but her heart was pounding and her mind was going a million miles a minute, however many deep breaths she took it didn't calm down.

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A pang of hurt shot through Miesha's chest when Luna spoke, "It's not your fault, Luna," She assured her gently, running her fingers through her hair and pressing her warm palm to Luna's cheek, brushing her thumb over her cheekbone.

Admittedly, her mind went blank in the moment she turned and looked at Luna, the real world stopping for a minute as she took a moment to admire her dearest friend. The neon green light of the alarm clock bounced off of her mismatched eyes, spreading stars across her pupils. The small patches of mis-pigmented skin making pretty cloud formations on a night sky across her tanned skin, warm and endearing. Her hair still curled around Mie's fingers, stark black entwining itself around her pale fingers, looking like spilt ink over fresh parchment. Miesha wasn't good with feelings, so she couldn't exactly tell you what the flutter that flooded through her chest and her belly was, other than it felt nice. Nice that it seemed Luna had caused it, though she wouldn't admit that it also made her cheeks burn hotly. She was glad it was dark.

"I wanted to quit," She murmured, softer than she'd meant to, focused on the way the green light haloed Luna's face, caressing it in places that made her look her age for once, "I wanted to. It's not your fault." Her voice was still shockingly gentle.

it wasn't that chi didnt look good all the time, because she did. but seeing her in more casual wear undoubtedly made her heart flutter a bit more. maybe it was because it was her preference,maybe not, she didnt know. but as soon as her blue eyes caught sight of her she knew she couldn't keep the small smile from forming on her face.
¨lead the way, madam.¨ she replied, tipping her head towards the front door.

she couldnt remember the last time she had genuinely hung out with someone.she wasnt a hermit,no, she was jst a workaholic. and because of that, she didnt get much time to socialize. and when she did, she often spent those few spare moments alone perched on the hill, free instead of being in a too empty apartment by herself and her cat. casper had asked countless times if they could hang out, and carmen would decline him at times because of work, yet at the very mention that she needed a break, chis words, she decided to take a week off? it was very stranger how easy and convincing it was in her head.
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luna avoided her gaze for a moment, no matter how inviting it seemed. she felt sick,not physically. guilt is what it was, the only way it could be described. she felt guilty, and it only hit so hard because she didnt feel this often. she didnt like it when she messed things up for mie. but the undying headache and nausea she was feeling didnt really help with the situation either. she leaned into the touch, smaller hand being placed over mies larger one, curling her fingers around her for an attempt to comfort herself. she looked at her finally,¨alright,¨ she didnt sound convinced one bit,but she would try to believe her. eventually.¨you're not mad at me,are you?¨ with the way things were before she had left the bar, she faintly remember mies mothering scolding, which was to be expected of course. but there was no feeling worse then upsetting her in anyway. it was easy for her to be a hardass and not give a crap about anything; yet she crumbled so easily when it came to the russian.