soleil’s lost in the moment, her lips colliding against another’s in a scene of forged passion as she hears the door open, and ultimately, her heart drops. of course, she had mentioned she was rehearsing scenes at home today with her scene partner, but in the interest of sparing feelings, she lied about how much physical contact would be involved. especially since said scene partner was someone she used to date. she pulls away from the kiss instantly, already on the defensive. “no, no, it’s not what it looks like, i swear,” she stutters, although she knows the damage was already done. “mon chéri,” she pleads, her native tongue only slipping out when she’s upset or excited, as it’s the language of her heart. “we were just rehearsing, i swear–– that’s it.” // @gocdgcnebcd.














