#draft aftermath.

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@kissmeprvtty wanted post-draft things !!

     “’Mella!!”       Smile bright and arms wide and welcoming, the hug had been a given, ignoring the nagging feeling in her chest to offer nothing but happiness for her friend. Respect and excitement mangled into a mess of an embrace, pretending this didn’t mean the loss of Carmella by her side every day.      “I’m so proud of you.”

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@thedirtiestdeeds wanted post-draft things !!

        “Your match was great! I knew you’d win, but... I’m happy for you.”      Hope for the underdog was ever-present within her, shining through in the way she was looking at him. Calm, open, unafraid -- the ability to empathise with him more valuable now than ever. Especially since...       “Was kinda thinkin’ I’d be joining you in that Smackdown blue for a second there.”        A lesson in getting her hopes up that’d never quite stuck. There was no hiding the weakness in her tone, voice swaying with the threat of tears she refused to free. That’d be later, when no one could see. No one could pity her. Forcing a smile because it was easier than feeling selfish. But with her closest friends rising above her, there was little she could do to keep her spirits up.

And Dean would have noticed, surely. She hadn’t greeted him with a hug. “The show’ll be great.”      With or without her, she supposed.