open to: anyone about cecelia: cecelia is the youngest and only daughter in a family of hotel tycoons. while her brothers love being in charge and following in the footsteps of her parents, she doesn’t care much for hospitality and often has her heads in the clouds, dreaming of travelling like the guests she tends to. wanted plots/connections: childhood best friend, bad influence, casual hook up, brothers friend idk honestly anything :)
It was rare that Cecelia ever got the house to herself. There was always someone flittering in an out of the home, whether it were her brothers, a handyman or the kind woman that maintained the home twice a week. She was never alone. But now that she was, suddenly the halls of their old home seemed larger, as if the house had taken a deep breath. The silence was eerie and unsettling, engulfing her and causing the hairs on her arms to stand when it should’ve instead provided a sense of calm.
Cecelia powered through a couple hours of it, busying herself by watching movies in the dimly lit living room. But there was only so much comfort cliche romantic comedies and the laugh of pre-recorded studio audiences could give her. As the hum of the television grew quieter and the night grew colder, she quickly dialled the one person she knew would come running.
The clock now read quarter past eleven and her fingers tapped anxiously on the kitchen table while picking at the cold pizza she’d ordered. At the sound of the doorbell, Cecelia bounded up from her seat and practically skipped down the hall, yanking the door open at record speed. “For someone with such long legs, you do walk slow! I swear to you, this house is haunted,” she said, words tumbling out of her faded pink lips.
“Don’t worry. My family won’t be back until tomorrow night. You’re safe, for now,” Cece teased, grabbing their hand and pulling them into the house.