@thieftimed liked for a starter
◣ ♰ ◥ IT WAS surprisingly awkward having to sit next to anybody in the mess hall. They weren’t GENEROUS and some usually took their own tables. She WOULD’VE done the same, had she not been ORDERED to interact with people. Apparently there were SOME who found her to be strange, dangerous even. They most certainly WEREN’T wrong, but she didn’t like to be reminded of what she’d done. Even if they had NO idea about it.
Musing about her past was NOT something she should be doing. Usually when she THOUGHT about it, her face became DARK and twisted, making her more unapproachable than before. For now she HAD to find a table she could sit at that wouldn’t BREAK her comfort zone, but also would COUNT as socializing. Perhaps with one of the NEWER members. . .
❝ Do you MIND? ❞ Her voice was now SURPRISINGLY quiet as she asked her question, holding her food CLOSE to her person. She forgot how HARD it was talking to people, and how FRIGHTENING waiting for their reaction could be. ❝ All the other tables are FULL. ❞