Who: Alisha Yaxley and Alecto Carrow What: Best friends together at last Where: Alisha's temporary room in the saloon When: Backdated: Last night Status | ratings: Incomplete | I don't know...
Alisha. A name she had not spoken in years. A script she had not seen in longer. Yet, it was immediately recalled it. It warmed her in a way she had not really known possible until recently. That swell of contentment. Her beloved was from before she walked away from their friendship. Well, from before she was dragged away. That man. No, Alisha had not been as fortunate in her prospective husband. Where Alecto was chosen by the man who enjoyed every trait their world saw as flawed, Alisha found a man who hid his disgust for them. She had known long before the wedding that Charles was not actually going to give her that perfect life. To Alisha, he had been an escape from her family. The only person who had done anything to help her was Marcus, her brother. He may not have been the nicest person and still looked down at her for being a woman, but he had gotten her that job in the Ministry. The one her best friend wanted. And Alecto watched her lose it to her husband not long after the marriage. She had seen the brilliant, sharp wit get dulled into what society wanted. She had lost everything that made the wonderful woman Alisha. Then she lost her all together.
It had been far too long since she was able to be around her best friend. Hear that snark and bite to her voice. That rich laugh that even got Alecto’s stoic expression to crack. No, she was the only person aside from Regulus to get that side of Alecto going. The laughter and smiles. The feeling like a real person. Alisha was her sanity and light to the feminine side of being a pureblood. She had rejoiced when they discovered they were to be working their own jobs. Alisha was going to be in her wedding—the maid of honor. Her brilliant blue eyes and raven hair going so well against Alecto’s chestnut brown hair and green eyes. The way they always seemed to smile with each other. It was truly uplifting. But she lost it all. Most completely when she was shunned from society. She had lost a caring fiancé. She had lost the comforts of her world. She had lost her truest best friend. She had lost everything except Amycus. She loved her brother, but he lacked the ability to show any affection that was the same as what she received before. It was rare that a day went by that Alisha did not cross her mind. Two daughters, she knew that. Anything else was a mystery.
But she was here, and the moment she read her script, she rushed from her home. She was feeling ill more than usual as of late, but she accepted it may have simply been dehydration. It was not important when the rush was to reconnect. Years. She was so young, too. This was all out of sorts. At least at this age, there was some hope in Alisha accepting her back. No, she had to. Alecto could not handle seeing her leave again like that. Shunning her from their friendship. A tear fought to be free as she uncharacteristically walked quickly to the saloon. The moment she spotted those blue eyes, Alecto almost cried. Oh, her best friend. But instead, she hurried to her, linked her arm and guided her to the room she was assigned. No need to talk amongst the riffraff they lived with. Once safely behind the doors, Alecto wrapped her arms around Alisha’s shoulders. She was so tiny next to the taller woman. Merlin, she forgot how short she was. She had her dead fiancé. She had her dearest Alisha. She knew that this overemotional reaction would catch the woman off-guard, but she had no real explanation to why she was so overcome.
Finally, Alecto backed away, but kept her hands on her friend’s shoulders. She was so lovely. Those sharp eyes were like a hawk, but icy like the artic and blue as the sky. Everything was so… correct. Finally, the woman left out a small sigh. “Salazar, I do not believe I could have wished for anyone better to have come here, and yet I feel horrible for rejoicing in your arrival to this hell.”