#rhiannonfalla

[averyzhao]

CLOSED STARTER for @rhiannonfalla​ LOCATION: Avery and Nate’s Dorm, Room #207 in Alcott

"Okay, how about...” Avery dragged the vowels in the word out as she arranged and rearranged some lyrics in her head. “Say a lot of words but they’re see through...” She wrote the words down as she spoke them. “Something, something... things I don’t mean... but I need to...” Her face scrunched up. Not knowing where she was going with that last line. “Something, something.” She dropped the pen. “It’s a work in progress,” she declared before falling back into her pillows. Songwriting, when uninspired, was a tedious process.

[theojgarcia]

location: some lil waverly dorm party status: closed for @rhiannonfalla​

      Not unusually, Kian was propped up in a corner on one of the sets of stairs while most people mingled around the crowd in the lounge of the bottom floor of Waverly dorm. A red cup in one hand, Kian had a cigarette ready behind his right ear for when he’d finished his drink and gathered the strength to push through the crowd to get outside somewhere. Before he had the chance to do so however, a blonde eagerly waltzed out of the crowd, eyes directly on him in a way that gave him the feeling he should run away. Was Jesse around still? He should totally run. Yet, nothing happened and Rhia had closed in on him. “Girl, no,” he almost warned her as she rached her out for him, confused as she grasped his hand to pull him up. “I don’t want to dance, Rhia. No.”

[kitkallberg]

CLOSED STARTER for @rhiannonfalla​​ LOCATION: Kit’s Room, Waverly Dorm

“What the fuck...” Kit pushed himself forward to sit up on his bed, a hand of his coming up to rest on the back of his neck as he tried to make sense of the dream he just had. It came back to him in flashes. Playing behind his eyes. Bright laughter, a wide smile, blue eyes and hands that always touched. Kit shook his head, hoping the motion would slough off the images. Talk about random. He hasn’t even hung out with Rhia in a while, not since he sat in on one of her practices in the name of moral support. He couldn’t make sense of why he’d be dreaming about her. Maybe he shouldn’t take naps in the afternoon anymore...

Reaching over to his bedside, Kit disconnected his phone from where it was charging and fell backwards into his mattress, figuring he’d check his notifications and scroll through social media until he felt motivated enough to leave his bed. He was halfway through backreading the school group chat when his Rhia’s face took over his screen, his phone alerting him that she was calling. “Oh shit–” Panic shot through him. His body went tense. He scrambled for a moment, unsure what to do until he realized this was literally just a phone call and there was no way for Rhia to know Kit just had a seriously weird dream about her. He swiped upwards on ‘accept call’.

“Rhia, hey–”