Naturally, she didn't need much makeup. When she had first started at Alden, she used to make sure to brighten up her face in every way, but now she felt comfortable in the looks nature had bestowed upon her. She brushed her hair until it was dry and hanging softly around her bare shoulders. Then, and for the first time in ages, she made herself a cup of coffee. Raina didn't actually like coffee but she decided to have a cup for Morgan. The older mermaid had actually loved it and often complained (in secret, of course) while she was pregnant that she couldn't drink any. So Raina had a cup for her as she mulled over what to wear today.
It was a beautiful day outside with the sun shining brightly over the school. Since it felt so wonderful, she decided on a dark blue, strapless dress that stopped just above her knees, paired with a white three-quarter sleeve sweater left unbuttoned over top. It was soft and feminine, and made her feel pretty so it was perfect. She finished her coffee and cleaned the cup out before she slipped her feet into a pair of white flats. She had a feeling she wouldn't keep her shoes on for long.
The walk over to Desmond and Dannika's dorm wasn't that long and the sun shining on her felt exquisite. A quick knock on the door and it was Dannika who answered. She informed the woman, whom she had met before and quite liked, that she wanted to see Desmond. It was then she found out he wasn't home, but Danni invited her inside to wait. With nothing else planned, she took up the offer and stepped inside. She wasn't sure how long she waited until she was alone in the dorm room. Her fingertips brushed over the pages of an old book. This one had been in another language that she didn't know. Raina was mid way through the poetic words of a second book when she heard a noise at the door.
Raina closed the book and as the door opened, the smile spread across her features quicker than she could have forced them to. It was Desmond, she knew it, even with her back facing the door. She softly bit down on her bottom lip. His presense was like two warm hands along her back, spreading over her skin, touching her beneath the clothes she wore. Chaste yet lustfully. It was a feeling she knew well and loved to close her eyes and feel it wrapping around her. "Well there you are," she said softly.
"I was thinking that we should go out today. So I planned a--" Raina was turning on her heal as she spoke, until her eyes fell upon his ghostly visage. She saw the torn clothing and the blood, and her eyes widened. Her hand fell to her stomach as the massive knot built inside of her. "Oh my God, Desmond--" Her hand slowly rose to touch over the gently beating heart that felt like it was breaking. To ask if he was alright would be a stupid question that she chose not to ask.
Immediately, something much like instinct took over.
"Sit down. I'll get a rag." She says as she heads straight into the bathroom. There she finds what she is looking forward, soaks it in water quickly and she rushes back to him. Was it his blood? Was he hurt? He looked horrible. "What happened?" She questioned, voice slightly shaking. But she powered through the fear as she ran the cold rag over his hands. She didn't hesitate to touch any part of his bloody body, in turn getting blood on her own. She wiped the back of her hand over her cheek, unknowingly getting spots of blood on the side of her face, then she raised the rag to the blood on his face. There was some around his mouth but he had years to perfect drinking the blood of animals. It wouldn't be just from a simple feeding. No, it was something much worse. As if the blood and pale color of his face wasn't enough of an indicator, she could see pain and maybe even fear in his eyes.
"I need you to talk to me." Despite the tremble, she remained as strong as she could. "What can I get you? What do you need?" Anything, she thought.