Oath of Friendship || Lily and Marlene
Ink stained the hem of Lily’s sleeve, continuing to where it smeared across the outside of her hand, a nearly permanent fixture attributed to the plague of writing left-handed. Her disheveled appearance did not stop there, enhanced by the haphazardly worn scarf that only half wrapped around her neck, the other side trailing behind her at an awkward length. The mess of auburn hair atop her head only sweetened the package, something far from the neat bun that she had spent time on that morning, now resembling something of a knotted birds’ nest.
But these were not the sort of things Lily paid mind too and certainly put no effort into fixing as she arrived home, tired from a day worked too long, body and mind verging on a state others might to call weary. Never one to sleep before midnight, and hardly in a mood to read any more that day, there was only one place Lily wanted to be after a day like this, one person to share it with.
“Marlene, I’ve done so many sensible things today, I want to do something entirely foolish or do nothing at all.” Lily announced as she paraded into Marlene’s room without so much as a knock, that etiquette long gone between the two friends. Flopping belly down onto a bed that in some weeks was more familiar than her own, an oath they had made long ago continued to do away with any code of conduct of how one should act in another person’s room. Face down in the sheets, her words floated out muffled and soft. “How was your day?” By no means an unusual entrance.
@estrela--marlene