what now. [SOPH] Nov 18, 2013 19:27:02 GMT -5
Post by ANASTASIA OLIVIA BLACKWOOD on Nov 18, 2013 19:27:02 GMT -5
the angles are all wrong now she's ripping wings off of butterflies
A soft sigh filled the cool air that surrounded her, mingling with the silence that resonated throughout the room. It was far too quiet for her liking... Too boring, as well. Perhaps if she had company... No, she has to focus. She shakes her head in a futile attempt to rid herself of any off-topic thoughts, yet all she does is cause waves of blonde to brush against her cheeks with each subtle movement of her head. It tickled and she let out a gentle giggle at the sensation, brushing the hair away with her right hand without another thought.
"You've got to focus, Stas." The college freshman scolds herself as she bends back over her schoolwork. Of course, if this was around the same time last year, then she'd be out having a good time and not giving two shits about school, but her parents paid well to get her into college and she'd be damned if she became an even bigger disappointment than she already was. Besides, she could always reward herself with a few shots of vodka for completing an assignment! A Cheshire Cat grin formed on her lips and she quickly began scribbling, suddenly finding the inspiration she so hopelessly lacked just minutes earlier.
Time seemed to pass quicker with each word she wrote and soon, she was on the final letter of her last word and she had never felt prouder. To think she could do it within a half an hour... It was basically a miracle! Anastasia pressed her plump lips to the paper for a victory kiss before abandoning it in her folder in favor of the alcohol that remained hidden in her kitchen cabinet. "Whoever claimed alcohol and school don't mix is obviously living with their parents," she mumbles to herself, snorting as she opens the new bottle without hesitation. A large glass was poured and she settled into the couch, beginning to flip through channels on her tv. It was the perfect time to relax, maybe even wallow in self-pity if she managed to get through two full glasses of straight vodka before moving on to bigger and bitter things.
A knock on her door drew her from the tv and she rose from her seat with a groan, irritation written across her pretty features. Was it so goddamn hard to have just one night of drinking to herself? Apparently so! She crossed the room with ease and threw the door open, scowling unpleasantly. Her expression dropped, however, once she saw who was before her and suddenly, her throat closed up. The familiar urge to cry began to surface, or maybe it was just the alcohol, as she blinked a few times. "S-Soph?"
well you built up a world of magic cause your real life is tragic