@lacedwithcharm / starter call.
💛 💜 ❤️ || the SENSATION of being watched is not necessarily a foreign one to the writer. she's aware, perhaps INTIMATELY, with that idea, having an identity to cherish and protect close to her heart. being able to keep her hand close grants her a sense of power everlasting. her fears are not UNFOUNDED, as they never cling close to paranoia, but this time, she fears, she might come close.
red gaze PEEKS between the dividers of the library's shelf, taking in the look of a stranger peeking back. she can't in good CONSCIENCE suggest anything worse than a coincidence, but the events that have transpired have left her on edge. she sidesteps the shelf, tucking her books under one arm as she does not once for a second look away from the stranger. ❝do i KNOW you?❞ she asks quietly, raising a brow. ❝or do you merely have a question to ask?❞ with all these OUTSIDERS flooding into the city, she could never know for sure at a glance whether this woman is one or not.