a giggle fell from christine's lips as sidney's fingers worked through her hair. if anyone asked she would say it's fueled by the wine she was currently sipping on because christine booth did not giggle, not since she was a child with no idea of how fucked up the world could be. now a woman who knew all too well what the world could do, she was nothing but sharp edges. careful, brush against her too carelessly & you'll leave with crimson stains. ❛ mm . . . ❜ she closes her eyes & she's fifteen, cross legged on the floor of molly baker's bedroom surrounded by a handful of other girls while one twisted her hair & the rest gossiped about the boys in their grade. laughing under her breath, she tried to look back at the brunette the best she could without messing her up. ❛ i feel like we should be whispering about who we think the hottest guy is. ❜ she admits. she met sid by chance, turns out they worked out at the same gym. the moment sidney prescott left the other's lips, she knew who she was ━ christine didn't care ( meaning she never asked. she never pushed or prodded, if sidney wanted to talk about what happened chris would listen & vice versa ).
she finished off her wine & placed the empty glass on the table in front of her with a sigh. between the wine & the pizza & the way the other's hands felt against her scalp she almost felt like she could fall asleep right there. pulling her knees to her chest, she hugs herself & presses her cheek to the top of them. this is what having a sister is like she thinks to herself. she had other women in her field, sure & the women who raised her but this was something entirely different; two women who have seen & experienced horrendous things finding solace in one another. she turns to face her once she's finished, smiling brightly. ❛ let me do yours next, ❜ she hums, motioning for them to switch places. ❛ no promises that it will turn out straight ... or good for that matter. i'm definitely feeling this wine now. ❜
@ghostfought , sidney prescott : ** braids her hair.
