Who:VaughnLeah & Ella. What: An unfortunate, sisterly conversation. Where: Ella's. When: Not long after leaving Daniel's. Warnings: None? Cursing?
After a brief breakdown in the stairwell, where she choked a cry of anger into her fists and let that black hair go blond, Vaughn changed back. All alone, her sharp bones softened into something else. Colorless eyes tinting green, becoming less and less until she was softskinned Leah. Nearly washed away and lost in yards of shadowy dress fabric, it dredged her ankles like funeral bells when she took to the ninth floor. Opening the door of her sister's apartment, she sighed. Looking a little disheveled and distinctly tired when she stepped through the doorway. Like she'd had a long night more than anything, there was very little emotion to read on her face. Barely manhandled, barely anything.