#sovanna: threads.

[chaoscometh]

@ofmcthman​

“You may want to move two down.” It was a rarity that she decided to join the masses at the bar, but sometimes even her soul seemed to ache for the familiar pangs of companionship: even if those companions seemed more scared than comforted by her presence. “Or else they’ll think you want to talk to me or you’ll be in distress in ten minutes.” A grin that landed somewhere between amused and cruel. “Curse of the town urban legend, I’m afraid.”

[chaoscometh]

@everandevermcre​

Outings like these didn’t exactly help the reputation she’d built, the one that whispered about whether or not she was a killer, or simply turned into one that night. But, the only one that was still breathing and knew the truth, was thankfully: her. In order to keep it that way, she turned around when she heard someone else approaching that clearing she’d been standing in, hands held up like she was surrendering before even starting. “It’s not what it looks like.” Claimed, but, truth be told? It was probably exactly, what it looked like.

[chaoscometh]

@ofhellview​

Perhaps she had made herself a pariah after the incident, or simply leaned into the fact that the town had seemed intent to do it for her. Whatever the actual turn of events, this was one of the brighter ones. There were color swatches spread all over the kitchen counter, and she pointed at one, without even looking up at Jovi. “That one feels too sterile but I can’t figure out why. Aside from it, what would you pick?” Asked, as hand came to curl around the curve of her hip, a sigh whispering past lips, as if indecision was the worst of her problems.