✱ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒, closed for @thickskcll / eloisa.
✱ 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆, isa's place, the morning after the brawl.
𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐏 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, worrying about her stupid best friend who stupidly jumped to her defense last night and stupidly ended up in jail. why was she so stupid !? rhea could hardly talk. she's never been the sharpest tool in the shed, but directly involving herself in a reaper v diablo showdown? her dumbest move to date. still no word from isa. the guilt sinks to the pit of her stomach, and it hurts much more than the busted lip throbbing on her face ― the reason isa was stuck in a cell in the first place, probably with a bunch of weirdos and some sweaty guy doing push ups in the corner. totally not speaking from experience.
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𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒, and she nearly drops it as she scrambles to open the notification. it's her. fast forward ten minutes, and she's outside isa's apartment, banging hard enough to wake the whole of straton. " open up, you idiot ! " the banging continues, relentless. when the door finally swings open, rhea's halfway through a breathless insult before she sees isa standing there ― tired and bruised, but alive. without thinking, she throws her arms around isa's smaller frame, squeezing so tight she might suffocate. she escaped the diablos, but not rhea's deathly embrace. " i hate you. " she mumbles into her shoulder, voice shaky. it means 'i love you' really. just as quickly, she's shoving isa back, landing a hit to her arm. " what the hell were you thinking !? "