hvraeths:
𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫. christmas ball.
it was meant to be a bit of fun; in an otherwise trying reality, the glitter and bubbling and mirth could have proven a chance to let her hair down, truly. or, at the very least, one more lesson in self reliance — if one pushes at the boundaries of repressive comfort, inch by inch, the intolerable may then become tolerable. hope that is clung to … until the walls begin to close in. sheer amount of people, all cacophony and motion, perhaps the culprit. maybe too, the way this dress itches, tight as it is around chest and arms. sole coupe of champagne she has only just sipped from? more likely, some combination of all three. pulse quickens in that sudden sort of way, and before the world can dizzy she sprints after open door; any escape out into the cold, where she might catch her breath. but red - faced and erratic does not a clean exit make … and thus she falls upon innocent partygoer, splashing drinks. trembling, now, and thoroughly horror - struck, “ i … i am so sorry, i … i’ll pay f— for drycleaning, i … ”
it’s awkward to say the least , heeled footsteps tentative while exploring the imposing grounds . hands are occupied by a nursed glass of wine that’s far too warm to actually be enjoyed , but the desire to focus on anything other than the overwhelming feeling of being out of place is much appreciated . maybe it wasn’t her best decision to roam around without a coat and with so much skin on display , and despite the goosebumps that have risen on her flushed complexion , mina is surprisingly at peace . with her glass now empty and in need of anything with more sustenance , mina makes her way back into where the ball is in full swing , but her steps are halted when her body is crashing into another name , and she stumbles over her dress , nearly tripping over the train . ‘ i’m sorry , ’ the words slip from her petals with ease , although it’s her dress that has a clear stain and a bread - like scent to it . her hands wave a bit erratically , attempting to calm winnifred down , in a possibly unhelpful manner . ‘ no , no . it’s fine , don’t worry about it . it’s just a dress , ’ she hums . ‘ besides , what’s wrong with smelling like champagne ? to me , it’ll say that i had a good time , ’ mina chuckles softly . her smile fades , but doesn’t trust to leave winnifred alone . ‘ are you alright ? should we steal some food and disappear ? ’


















