Thread: Sleeping (Black) Beauty WHO: Caitlin Murphy and Van Carlyle WHEN: Saturday evening, after Sorin's vigil [backdated] WHERE: Hydra dorm, Van's room
Caitlin observed the vigil from a distance in her cat form. A lot of people went and she watched as they spoke of stories about their departed friend. The soul she once had in her possession didn't have this sort of turn out for his funeral. She'd watched that one too. Nobody showed up and the funeral people weren't sure what to do. The old man had been angry and hostile to everyone, especially his family. Caitlin already had some of those traits within her, but after consuming his soul when her foster dad choked her to death, those traits were amplified. She was more cantankerous than the typical teenager girl and irritated by people. She sought the company of others of a similar mindset.
It's how she and Van became friends of a sort. They were both in the same house but they shared a contentious attitude, egging others on and questioning those people who portrayed themselves as perfect. Some tried to take the higher road, but they typically came off as passive aggressive or weak-minded. Getting under the skin of other people was a pastime the to shared a mutual love for.
They spent a lot of their summer together but not all of it. The school year began and they didn't hang out quite as much but that was fine because he was typically playing video games and she was out in the woods or running around campus. The subject of sex came up in one of their conversations. As someone not familiar with sex and often easily distracted by things, it was no surprise the conversation didn't actually lead to anything. Not immediate. She did, however, have to start reevaluating what she thought of him.
She didn't hate him. That was something.
Caitlin had come to his room after the vigil to hang out. She found him asleep. Impulse and instinct saved her skin a lot of the time, but now he closed the door behind her and guided her feet silent over the floor to the bed where he was sleeping. The music from his game was still playing into the earbuds. The Gameboy on his stomach with his arms slack but still holding into the system. She wasn't sitting on the bed but she was leaning down. Her mind thought about how his hair wasn't really stupid like Sasha kept saying and that he had cheekbones she wanted to punch but didn't make him look dumb or anything.
And then she was kissing him. Nothing glamorous or insistent, but a kiss nonetheless. The thought crossed Caitlin's mind that she could do it real fast, see if it was worth the time, and then leave before he even noticed. Only he did notice because he was waking up, and she was punching him square on the nose.