closed starter for @herayth ( plotted )
It was the silence that aggravated Shamsa. The quiet calmness that lay thick on the atmosphere was near irksome for her mind that desired stimulation. Hands on her lap, thumbs engaged in a war, brethren against brethren. Legs outstretched just so her feet could dangle mid air. All Shamsa deemed necessary at the moment was someone to converse with. A debate, a story, anything at all, really. Even the appallingly mundane talk on the weather seemed enticing in such dire times. Dark irises flitted about, inspecting the individual sitting next to her through her peripheral vision with utmost hope. A deep inhale to solidify courage lingering inside her chest before she scooted closer to the absolute stranger. Bottom lip seized in a final struggle within herself as she contemplated her decision.
“ Hey, I really like your shirt. ” The loud compliment was accompanied with a gesture towards the blue fabric covering the other’s torso. “ It seriously blue my breath away. ” Cue a cheeky grin tugging at her lips.









