#trinity prescott;

[finalgayze]

open to: women, 33+

plot: happy spooky season - yc gets a creepy call

“I’m sorry, it’s my fault that you have to deal with this shit,” Trinity sighs, because she knew all too well what those calls felt like. That one a creepy question, asking about your favorite scary movie. “It happened in May, I don’t know why they always pull that shit in October.” It wasn’t uncommon for prank calls to happen around then, every year, because of the movies that had come about. This one just sounded a little closer to the one she had heard all those years ago.

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open to all.

“Oh, that is definitely about to be our problem,” Trinity whispered, watching the lightning flashing all across the sky.

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“I know this is a wild concept, but have you considered that I might actually know what I’m talking about?” Trinity questioned, annoyance very heavy in her voice.

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@blvckswcn

“Come on, things aren’t that bad,” Trinity encouraged gently, giving a gentle nudge with her shoulder. “I know that it feels that way right now.”

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@unapxlogeticme

“Did you see that?” Trinity whispered, trying her best not to turn around and run away immediately. Walking home after going out had seemed like a good idea earlier in the night. Now that they had the woods on either side of them as they took the shortcut, she was beginning to regret this decision.

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“Come on, you have to admit that it’s cool up here,” Rei teased, wrapping an arm around her waist as she leaned against her. The balcony was the only place that they could have escaped to so that they could actually have a conversation. The music was about as loud as they could legally get away with.

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“I’m a little bit drunk,” Trinity whispered, and it wasn’t exactly a top secret to anyone in the room. She was a lightweight and she always had been. There was certainly no concern that she wouldn’t remember what happened the previous night, but a headache was in her future. “Please don’t judge me.”

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“I’m not jealous,” Trinity said, sliding her sunglasses on and doing her best from looking at them directly. That just didn’t seem like a good idea. Because she tended to have her real feelings written all over her face.