MY EMOTIONS. (allegs) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2012-11-10 15:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log, allegra hawke, isla wolfe |
THIS IS NOT A HORROR PLOT LOG!
WHO: Isla Wolfe and Allegra Hawke
WHAT: Morning after girl-talk!
WHEN: Late morning, Sunday the 4th.
WHERE: 2H, Girls’ dorm.
WARNINGS: None.
STATUS: Complete.
At some point Isla had recalled that Allegra actually had plans that Saturday night - it was Caleb’s birthday, after all - so she hadn’t bothered texting her again to see if it was safe to come back to their room. Instead she’d woken up early, uncomfortable in the unfamiliar bed (not nearly big enough for two people), and quietly sneaked back to their room to change into pajamas and go back to sleep. She was awake now, but didn’t look it; eyes closed she was savoring the dregs of a nice dream (no nightmares for her, luckily) and enjoying the feel of her pillow against her cheek, sheets against her freshly-shaved legs. Sundays were nice. At some point, after leaving a somewhat hungover Caleb in peace so that she could get on with her day and start setting up for the second half of his birthday celebrations, Allegra slipped back into her room looking for a fresh change of clothes. Spotting Isla resting on her bed, she tried to be quiet, gently closing the door, tip toeing to her closet, gingerly reaching for a top-- CRASH! "Sorry!" she whispered, wincing, though she wasn't entirely sure why she was whispering at this point. Even though she was aware of Allegra entering the room, Isla still jerked when the other girl sent... whatever it was crashing to the floor. “It’s okay,” she whispered in return, eyes wide open and sitting up in her bed, whispering because, well, Allegra was whispering. She sheepishly realized what she was doing, and tacked on - full voice - “I was awake anyway.” To emphasize the point, she made a big show of stretching and yawning - so awake! - before grinning wickedly at her roommate. “Have fun last night?” Relaxing, Allegra collected the fallen items from the floor and returned them to their proper places. She tucked back her hair, making a show of pretending to be coy. "It was alright." “If it was only all right, you need to break up immediately!” Isla cried, slapping her hands down onto the bed. “For his sake more than yours, because it was his birthday,” she added with a smirk, surreptitiously gathering blanket in her fists in case she needed to ward off vindictive projectiles. With a laugh, Allegra reached for a can of deodorant and tossed it at Isla. "It was great." She sobered momentarily and pressed her lips together. "Except for the part where he asked if he'd be in trouble if he told me he loved me." Reflexes not at all dulled by sleep, Isla pulled up the blanket taut to deflect the deodorant. It bounced and clattered to the floor (sorry, downstairs neighbors), and leaning over and picking it back up gave her time to consider Allegra’s words. “And?” she settled on, flipping her hair out of her face as she straightened again and peered at her roommate. “What did you say?” "I didn't say anything?" Allegra frowned and perched herself on the edge of her bed. "And he was disappointed, I think." “Ugh, that’s such a loaded question, though!” Isla griped, ignoring the fact that she herself had asked a few similar questions in her past. “Like, what are you supposed to say to that? Also, ‘in trouble’?” She made a big show of rolling her eyes, but tempered the sarcasm quickly with a smile. “It is kinda sweet though, you have to admit.” Allegra nodded. "I don't know, he was drunk, so I guess he gets a pass on the phrasing." There was a part of her that agreed it was sweet and another that was still worried this was going to end in tears somehow, knowing her track record. "Isn't this like, role reversal, though? Trust me to date the one guy who wants to say the l-word." “Guys are way more sensitive than popular media lets on,” Isla said, parroting her media studies friends back home in Montreal. “Though,” she dropped her air of wisdom to sigh dramatically, “I have never been on the receiving end of a sensitive guy with feelings he isn’t afraid to express. So I guess Caleb is a special unicorn. Lucky you.” Allegra smiled. "I mean, I do really like him, which is totally unexpected, because that doesn't happen often with me. I just. I don't know," she ended a little helplessly and shrugged. "Love is a big deal, you know?" “Yeah, I know,” Isla said, somewhat wistfully. She’d had her fair share of boyfriends, short-lived though they may be, but nothing that could be said to be a relationship. Truth told, she was a touch jealous of Allegra. “But at least you guys are both from here, so it’s not like other people who will be super far apart when we leave. You can afford to take it slow.” Nodding, Allegra picked herself up and moved back towards her closet to pull out a fresh change of clothes. "I mean, I don't think he's going to bring it up again. But it's like an elephant in the room, you know? What am I supposed to do in this situation?" she queried, turning back to Isla, looking a little confused and flustered by the dilemma at hand. This was a serious question, requiring a serious, thoughtful answer. Too bad Allegra roomed with Isla. “Beats me,” she shrugged. “I guess just hope he doesn’t bring it up again until you figure it out for yourself?” "Guess so," Allegra replied and sighed. "I should grab a shower, there's still more birthday stuff to do today." “Oh em gee, I cannot wait for my birthday, you’re going to make it so awesome!” Isla laughed, shaking her head at Allegra’s consistent and continual celebration planning. “Caleb is super lucky, and hey,” here she smiled more genuinely, putting as much encouragement in her tone as she could, “You’re lucky, too.” Picking up the deodorant again, she tossed it back at her roommate. “Now get out there and enjoy it, dammit!” |