Dec 26, 2018
@amarabianchi / tug on my muse’s shirt.
the group around the fire was far too big for charlotte’s own liking and despite a few friends nearly dragging her from the training grounds, they seemed to have wandered off without her. eyes wander around, skipping from face to face, watching contributions chucked into the flames, watching a bird pick at a piece of bread by the beach --- but perceptive eyes miss amara until charlotte feels a tug on her tanktop. “ oh ! hi, did you just get here ? sorry, i kinda . . . spaced out for a while. ” a pause. “ everything okay ? ”
