for: @mourningreveries location: masquerade event
A swirl of her drink as she absently watches party goers dance and laugh and get obliterated. Part of her wishes that she would've just taken that extra shift at the hospital, part of her wishes she would've just stayed home with Goose, even though he's on the mend. Part of her can still hear her grandmothers voice in her head telling her embrace the night and all its gifts. A phrase she often told the redhead when she was unsure of herself or afraid to meet strangers. "Don't you know it's rude to stare." She suddenly speaks, mouth flat but eyebrows raised as she turns her attention to whoever was practically willing her to look with their own eyes






















