#@gianna

[allglasseverything]

“Okay, just... keep your head down, okay--”

The entire short trip to the Sanctuary, Elodie had probably been something akin to an insufferable, overprotective older sibling, constantly reminding her friend these people could kill her for fun. The wound in her shoulder had been magically healed--the details of which she currently kept to herself--but she still didn’t like the idea of having to step in to save her very human best friend should someone decide to get ugly. The pair made it through the door without a problem; the bouncer didn’t look twice at the pair of them. There was a decent sized crowd, giving the space a buzz of energy and noise that wasn’t painfully loud, but instead welcome, almost cozy despite the very prominent fighting ring nearby.

“You want a drink first?” she asked as she stuffed her hands into her pockets. 

@giaivan

[cestvibe]

[allglasseverything]

“You know, I would need to be dragged to a party in order to attend one, I just didn’t think you’d be the one to do it,” Elodie teased. Despite this, wearing something far different than 90% of the people in attendance, the willowy blonde woman looked relatively comfortable with her hands tucked into the pockets of her well-loved-looking, studded leather jacket. @giaivan

[allglasseverything]

Everything up to this point felt survivable. It was survivable. Cold was always a danger to a basilisk, but she’d survived that and more with the help of a very friendly media mogul vampire. Even falling ill was uncomfortable but manageable--she required a few days rest and she bounced back to normal. Nothing felt personal, nothing until she was cleaning her office for the semester and her father appeared in the doorway, skin half-gone and teeth on one side of his face showing through decay-pocked flesh, threatening to beat the devil out of her. By the time he disappeared, Elodie was practically catatonic with fear, and it took another thirty minutes to convince herself to leave her office.

Being on the outs with perhaps the toughest person she knew made sending that text nerve-wracking, but ultimately, the answer granted the smallest amount of relief, enough to allow her to eventually venture out of her apartment and make her way to her friend’s apartment. The trip there was harrowing, to say the least. Like her father, her mother appeared and screamed so loudly, Elodie couldn’t understand her, her own body in the same state of decay her father’s had been. Heart in her throat, hands shaking, and a sheen of icy sweat covering her body, the blonde pounded on her friend’s door. “Gia-- please--” she called hoarsely. @giaivan

[allglasseverything]

✉ Elodie + Gia

Elodie: hey we're in a weird place still, i know, but something is happening and i really don't want to be alone

[allglasseverything]

With a string of texts from the party as well as the very early hours that followed it all gone unanswered, Elodie decided to march herself to her friend’s apartment later that day to make sure her friend got home alright. Sometime during the night, the pair got separated and the basilisk never located her again, which naturally meant all kinds of worst-case-scenarios flashed through her mind constantly. Gia can take care of herself, you’re worried over nothing, she kept telling herself, but the niggling idea that something actually bested her friend kept her from getting any sort of rest or peace. She arrived at the other’s apartment around 4 and banged on the door, tipping her head close to listen for sounds of movement once she stilled. “Gia? Are you home? It’s Elodie.” @giaivan