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The redhead let out a heavy, and protracted sigh, pulling herself upright from over the long table that she'd been working at for the last several hours. Â How many, exactly, she couldn't guess. Â It was easy for her to become fixated, since her return, to be obsessed with the smallest details and work them through, and given her particular field of study there were quite a few small details to become focused on. Â She rolled her shoulders, tilting her jaw towards her shoulder, the movements accompanied by the small sounds of bones popping as they settled into place. Â Her gaze shifted over the books and plans splayed over the table, coming to center on the plans that she had been working on for weeks, now, and months, before. The estate was drawn out in the style of the older houses in Mystic Falls, those that remained, that had survived from when the city had first been built. Â It shared all of the appropriate architectural designs; even the same building materials, and it was one of the final projects she would have to submit before her doctorate was complete. Â
Her nose wrinkled upwards as she glanced towards her wrist, and the watch on it, and she tried to ignore the small protest of hunger that her stomach emitted. Â She'd let herself get lost for too long, and her throat seemed instantly parched, and for a moment she was hyper-aware of each of the different sets of heartbeats in the building. Â Her fingers tightened, against the edge of the table, her head dropping down, before the moment passed, and she let out a slow breath of relief. Â The moment passed quickly, however, when her lashes parted and she came to the abrupt realization that she was no longer alone at the work table. Â "Oh, I -- Sorry. Â I didn't... hear you," Â she said, trying to conceal the moment of surprise.










