#carson; os

[cjxwrites]

open starter to all connection: close friend (possibly coworker; carson is an acrobat in a travelling circus)

“It’s just,” Carson sighed heavily as she leaned back into her chair, chewing on the inside of her cheek out of habit. “I can’t just hook up with someone else to get over the ex.” Her cheeks were flushed a bright pink; being open about sex was never something she was comfortable with, but she was close enough to the other that it wasn’t making her want to run out the door the second it was brought up. “I--Okay, I’ve only slept with one person, so the idea of hooking up with someone I don’t know feels... weird.” 

[cjxwrites]

open to all | plot

carson had never truly understood the phrase soaked to the bone until now. a storm had sprung up suddenly while she was biking home, one that she thought she’d power through, only to arrive home with her t-shirt sticking to her skin and her hair dripping like she’d just hopped out of the shower. and, because this day just had to get worse, her keys were nowhere to be found. with her roommate at work for at least a few more hours, and her teeth chattering from the cold, she had no choice but to head over to her neighbor’s home and knock on the front door. “hi,” she chirped when the door opened, hoping she didn’t look like a drowned rat, “uhm, i got locked out of my house and normally i’d just suck it up but... i’m kind of afraid i’ll drown out here. is there any chance i could warm up here for a while?”