#p;casey

[jaxonxcasey]

As if squeezing her eyes shut would keep the image of the young guy getting a good beat up from one of her dad’s men out of her head. Casey knew that things like that always happen inside the Wright's abode but it was the first time that she witnessed it with her own two eyes. She just stood there, glued on the tiled floor while blood trickled on the guy's cheek. She had done nothing. And the guilt crept on her like a slut crawls on someone's bed at night. If she could have just pushed the door open, maybe the guy would have been rushed to the emergency room, but before she could even take a step forward, her mother's hand covered her mouth and that was it, she was sent back to the academy a day earlier than the rest of the other students. That's why she was sitting on the back seat of the car while the driver in front was looking at her weirdly, catching a glimpse of her face on the window, bags were under her eyes, lips were pale, she didn't get to sleep well last night, she was scared on what had become of that guy. "Just send the bags into my room," She told the driver in a soft voice as she stepped out of the car, letting the hot breeze mess with her long tresses. She made plans with Max, they were meeting for lunch ten minutes ago, and she was late. Taking rather large steps, she walked towards the dining hall where she was meeting him in their usual table, things between her and Max were great but the two knows better than tell everyone about their relationship so they kept on pretending that they are just friends. "I'm sorry I'm late, it's such a mistake to let the President's son wait." She was just teasing him, trying to a bit cheerful and hide her true emotions from Max.

[luna-eclipsex]

sweet dreams are made of this || casey + luna

Luna woke up with a jolt, hand immediately going to her ribs, which were honestly getting better, but she did get random shots of pain whenever she tried to move too suddenly, like she just had.  She was sweating, and it took her a moment of looking around her room before she realized everything was okay - she was safe, Harris was safe, Coral and Jer were safe, and she was in her bedroom, in the middle of Australia where they had plenty of guards and everything was okay.  But really, there was only so many more times she could watch Harris get shot in her dreams before she started to go insane.  Or well, more insane.  Even though she was pretty upset with him at the moment, it didn't mean she loved him any less.  The whole thing was just - she was still having a hard time wrapping her head around everything, she really needed out of the goddamn fucking wheelchair, and more than anything, she needed to get her hands on some drugs.  The painkillers simply weren't cutting it anymore, especially since she didn't really have a say over how much she was able to take at one time.  The closest she'd gotten to anything of some actual substance was the couple sips of booze she'd had at her little movie night, and that seriously wasn't cutting it.  And, whatever, she didn't have a problem, she was just ridiculously on edge and that probably wasn't helping any.

Lying back down, Luna stared up at the ceiling for what seemed like an eternity before she decided to get up and go do something.  Sleep clearly wasn't happening now, and after a few moments, she found herself sitting in her wheelchair - that mother fucking wheelchair that she was going to burn when she was done with it - and rolling herself out of her room.  While she'd fully intended to roll herself over to the elevator to make her way to the movie room or the living room or something, she found herself across the hall at Casey's door.  Things between them were still - well, things were pretty fucking weird, it was still a super shitty situation, the whole thing, but at least they were talking again.  She definitely would have been delusional to think things would ever be what they were, but maybe with time things would go back to somewhat normal between not just the two of them, but everyone.  Raising up a fist to knock on the door quietly, Luna opened it and peered into the room, which was dark and quiet.  Quietly she wheeled herself in, unsure what she was really intending on doing, and whether Casey was even actually asleep or not.  Finding herself at the edge of the bed, she decided to just go for it, and as quietly and with as little movement as she was able to accomplish, got herself out of her wheelchair onto the bed, and then heart doing an annoying little jump, she curled up into Casey's side, trying to think of an excuse when he inevitably woke up and asked what she was doing.