𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 : @alectocarrion . 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 : kalavria deck . 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 : february 2130 , week one of the kalavria summit .
dusa’s late .
three facts : pontius is exponentially bigger than she remembered , the ocean is blue , and she should already be in her seat for the news and tech panel . instead , she’s chaos - knows how far away from the ballroom , and , pardon the pun , feeling dreadfully out of her depth . it’s been quite a while since she’s felt like this , and she wants to blame the water -- the lull of the waves , the effect of returning to somewhere that’s seemed to keep calling for her , as of late .
( if she’s distracted as she stares down at her phone , nails clicking against the glass as she bounces from email , to schedule , to panel agenda , you’ll have to forgive her . )
she’s rounding a corner into another hall when she’s met with another . their shoulders collide , and belongings go tumbling , sliding , rolling across the floor . “ shit . shit , shit , shit -- ” her phone and bag , their things , all intermingling as she drops into a crouch . “ i’m so sorry ! i should have been paying more attention . ” dusa spares a second to look up . and up and up . she inhales sharply , almost frozen at the ground . what is she to do with the longing in her sternum ? she could choke on the hyacinths that bloom in her throat / doesn’t stop to think how easily the petals could be crushed under the other’s feet . “ um . hi . ”