It was beginning to get a little overwhelming sitting next to Miles for so long. It had gotten to a point that she had let him pick up her slack as she completely stopped talking, only nodding along in complete agreement with everything he said. When it became too unbearable, the bride to be excused herself, standing up and heading to the powder room for a couple of minutes in her own solitude.
Thankfully, as she entered, no one was to be found, and Audrey let out a huge exhale as if she had been keeping in all her worries locked up inside of her. Taking a seat, she stared at her reflection, her frown staring back at her.
Unfortunately for her, it wouldn’t be the only one staring back at her for long as one particular blonde slipped inside the power room, blonde hair curled and swept elegantly over one shoulder, her red gown a bloody smear in the mirror. It would’ve been too easy, too coincidental to pop in without having known Audrey was here-- she knew exactly when to follow, and the lack of surprise in her expression proved as much.
She raised her brows, eyes cold. “Not getting cold feet, are you?” Her words were a breath away from being too sharp.
The voice startled her and Audrey was quick to stand, hands fisted at her sides. Damia. The corsair stood between her and the exit stealing her option of flight. Perhaps, this was what she wanted. “Hardly,” Audrey replied sternly, jaw clenching as she stared back at the other blonde.
“What a relief,” Damia returned, arms raising to balance one elbow on a wrist, hand hovering by her mouth as if to touch it. “Can you imagine how embarrassing it would be to run out now? Not even married yet, couldn’t stand the idea.” She tilted her head, red lips pulled into a slight smile. “The decor in here is nice. I can see why you’re here.” A lie, a prod.
“What do you want, Damia?” She could tell the blonde wanted something—a reaction, anything. Standing her ground she merely stared back at the corsair across from her.
Frosty blue eyes stared right back. “Nothing,” the taller of the two admitted. “You couldn’t give me anything that I wanted.” She lifted a leg, pressing her heel into the door to ensure it was really shut. “Why so demanding already? I thought we were friends.”
Her sharp smile said anything but.
“I thought so too,” she murmured. Audrey needed to get out, and the only way was through the other girl. But perhaps she’d be amiable. “If you’ll excuse me. I just came for a breath of fresh air. I should be returning.” She never took her eyes off the other corsair, tense as she walked past her towards the door.
Damia’s laugh was short, almost a bark. “So much fresh air in here, it’s like being outside.” But before Audrey could get too far, she casually backed up against the door, pressing the curve of her spine into it. “Really, though, a gil for your thoughts? Is it because he isn’t really a noble?”
Damia was blocking her and this was exactly the position Audrey did not want to be in. Frowning, her eyes glazed over the taller blonde. “Yeah, sure,” she blew off her question. Audrey’s choices did not concern the other woman. “Is it an issue?”
That earlier smile was a little sharper this time. “Is what an issue, his lack of nobility?”
With a hand on her hip, Audrey’s eyebrows narrowed as she tilted her head. “Since when were you so keen on rules and propriety?”
The corsair hmm’d as if in thought, leaning her weight into the door, blonde flat against the wood. “I’m not,” she admitted, clicking a heel on the floor. “I’m only concerned for you, since we’re friends. You could have aimed so much higher.” Her smile returned. “You look lovely, by the way, though a little green in the face.”
Audrey did her best to muster a polite smile, nodding her head. “It’s grown quite stuffy in here, so if you’ll please excuse me.”
“Excuse you?” The words were echoed with amusement. Damia mirrored her head tilt. “Why would I do that?” It was too good to have Audrey locked up in here with her. Only violence or physicality would remove her from her place against the door, and the younger girl seemed pretty determined to run away.