transparent ` jsy & lhw
@rkhoya
her fingernails tap on the counter, frown marring her face as she waits to for her order to slide through. her mind is wandering, to everything that’s happened the past few weeks. it’s all begin to wear down on her, the medicine’s effects, the reoccurring therapy sessions—the worried methods of contact from her parents that she wanted to avoid at all costs—and noel’s sudden role reversal in their sibling relationship. it’s all weighing her down, knocking her down on her back and holding her feet down so she can’t stand back up again.
it’s frustrating. tiring, it’s all bottling up to the point where sic feels like she’s about to break.
her jaw tenses, eyes narrowing as she glares at the counter, her finger increasing it’s tapping, incessant and impatient. the barista is smiling when she slides her drinks over, but sic can only manage half of one as she accepts them. with a weak thanks and a bow of her head, she turns on her heel and makes her way back to the table—the form of the male seating there making her frown falter just a little bit. she exhales softly, attempting to relieve herself of the irritation—pushing a smile on her face as she increases her pace a bit. reaching him, she presses a cup of iced coffee onto the side of his cheek, leaning over to peer at him with a cattish grin.
“sorry for the wait. got you something. my treat.” she tugs the drink away from him and sets it down in front of him, sliding into a seat across from him. “it’s iced, sorry—but it has a lot of espresso to keep you awake.” her smile is teasing, eyes crinkling at the corners. she wraps her hand around her warm beverage, the hot chocolate in her grip a chance of solace and comfort. “thanks for coming—“ she had planned on performing that night at the festival, and she wanted to have any sort of possible support and relief; and she thanks hoya to the moon and back for indulging. “it means a lot, really.”