WHEN: Sunset WHERE: HQ Rooftop WHO: Open @winxstarters
Lips pressing against the wine glass, Ciela paused to appreciate the view before she took a drink of the dark red wine, the recently purchased bottle at her side as she sat at the edge of the pool, feet kicking softly in the water. The crackle of the fire behind her was soothing, kept her from getting too lost in her thoughts. The wine helped with that too. Her time could be better spent were she of a more responsible nature-there was a library of books to scour through or an entire city to recon but here she was instead.
Taking some time for oneself was hardly a sin.
She barely glanced over her shoulder when she heard someone approach, her annoyance at having her solitude interrupted overtaking her usually high sense of curiosity. Moving to fill her glass, she threw a glance at the other person. “I’d offer you a glass but I only brought the one.” Given how expensive this particular bottle was-well-she wasn’t overly torn up about that fact. “Unfortunate, I know.”
☾*✲⋆. It would be an understatement to say training, real training, was kicking Sarai’s ass. It was only a stubborn determination not to be shown up by the others that had motivated her in the first place, but she was beginning to regret giving into her competitive nature. She hadn’t bothered making any attempts to sleep, her joints crying out in protest with every move she made, but she was grateful for the pain. At least tonight there was a much different reason sleep evaded her, and she could focus on this discomfort instead of the ever present feeling of dread that swept over her the moment she closed her eyes at night. With the hope that fresh air might calm her nerves, Sarai grabbed an energy drink and a took a hearty sip as she shuffled out to sit beside the pool in an effort to avoid running into anyone in the common room. As per usual, she wasn’t in the mood for company, entirely drained of the energy it took to mask her disinterest and distrust of the others.
The moment she caught sight of the woman sitting poolside, Sarai grumbled under her breath in frustration and began to pull on the shadows, eager to disappear in their tender embrace, when a voice broke through her concentration. “Don’t be too broken up about it,” She held up her can of Red Bull, lips quirked into a smirk. “Not really interested in the glorified grape juice.” After a moment of consideration, Sarai decided to approach, leaving a considerable distance between the two of them as she sat. “A little late for a swim. Or did I interrupt your brooding?”















