#thread:nate03

[rhia-falla]

who: @n8-shaw​ when: quarter after 10pm where: nate & jesse’s room

In her typical fashion, Rhia shamelessly interrogated their mutuals until one of them eventually disclosed what chalet Nate was staying in. She couldn’t text him, uncertain if he would embrace her attempt to reach out. So, she took the initiative to show up at his doorstep unannounced yet again. It almost gave her a sense of normalcy; she dolled herself up with lovely scents and shades before leaving to face him. Rhia was desperate to claw her way up from her standing with him, yet a large part of her screamed she fucked it up for good. Her knuckles rapped lightly on the door, before retreating behind her back.

“Hi,” she expressed softly upon seeing his face again. “Sorry for, uh, dropping in like this.” Rhia couldn’t hold his eye, instead her face tilted downward while she stole the occasional glance. “Do you mind if I come in?”

[rhiannonfalla]

who: @n8-shaw

when: couple hours into hoco.

where: outside of gala area.

She couldn’t recall how long she looked for him; though her determination to reunite with her date kept her going. Rhia wondered how long it’d taken for Nate to retreat from the gala, the thought she’d kept him waiting bittersweet. Her chest exploded when she spotted his brown hair, his stature fitted into his suit jacket. Her heels clacked as she shuffled toward where he was seated, a goofy grin on her face that nearly made her eyes shut. Rhia failed to halt elegantly, instead clumsily colliding into Nate’s chest.

She fell into his lap and draped her arms around his neck. Warmth radiated from his skin, his familiar scent washed over her as she gently nuzzled his jaw. An affectionate gesture, to say the least, one she could possibly get away with in her current state. Her fingers crawled along his upper back, tracing curves and ridges as if deciphering brail. “Hello,” she sighed into his skin, overwhelmed how soothing his touch was. She stayed there, embracing everything about his presence. Then she blinked, reluctantly pulling away from his chest momentarily to admire his face, see his lips curl up from looking at her. She blinked again, attempting to feign some semblance of normal though acutely aware she was failing. Her fingers found his collar, and she grazed the skin lining the fabric. “How are you?” she cooed, grinning cheekily again. “Did you miss your beautiful date like I did?” Rhia teased, unable to help her sprawling hand from squeezing his cheeks and rubbing his scruff.

[rhiannonindigo]

who: @nate-shaw​ when: week or so after prom. where: cafeteria

It was too easy for Rhiannon to fall back into the habit of overindulging, especially when she had a surplus of time and funds to spend. For the most part, she had kept her fall from grace private. Besides her new plug and her friends from prom, Rhia’s drug use was mostly under the radar. There was one person in particular that she wished to be hidden from, mostly because she was unsure how he’d react. Perhaps it’d be similar to Kenzie’s reaction, where Nate would be quick to hop on the train with her. Rhia didn’t want to consider the possibility of him being disappointed, which unfortunately seemed more plausible than the former. Rhia kept her gaze on the floor as she walked past the rows of tables, heading toward the exit of the cafeteria. A figure stood in her pathway, her eyes trailing up with a grimace to look at the perpetrator. Rhia quickly registered familiarity, her breath catching before she averted her gaze. “Hey,” she greeted Nate stiffly. “Sorry, I have practice,” Rhia lied with a mutter, quickly stepping to the side as she tried to resume her pace.