Feb 16, 2017
@panther-king
Her room is a wreck, clothes and toiletries and art supplies scattered everywhere, but Darcy isn’t really seeing any of it. As she stands at the foot of her bed, preparing for a trip she never in her life would have or could have imagined she’d make, she realizes there’s something she needs -- something she wants -- that isn’t here.
She turns her head towards the door into the hallway and calls out.
“Um... hey, T’Challa? ...can you come here?”