Thread: Glamour or Real Wings
WHO: Ripley & Davian WHEN: Thursday Afternoon WHERE: Ripley's Dorm, Sphinx House WARNING(S): TBD
This is a mistake. What the fuck was I thinking? You hate him and you've dared him to come over. Ripley rambled to herself as she tossed some laundry in the basket. She had already changed into a pair of jeans, black halter top, and her faux fleece dark crimson bath robe that sufficiently covered her folded wings.
Since returning from captivity and torture in the mine, the half-demon had kept to herself aside from catching up with her studies. She didn't like going out beyond the classrooms and cafeteria. It was that little itching fear another batshit crazy warlock would snatch her. But she held the hopeful prospect of honoring Dallas' invitation to accompany him home for the holidays. And Davian was going as well.
Reaching down, she smoothed her bed cover when she heard a noise outside her locked door. Ripley padded over to the door and heard someone whisper.