020 ♚ action | that's what you get when you let your heart win | OTA
[Prom night had been glittering, a small gauzy veil of fantasy lain over the school to dazzle. At least... for most.
For one Elizabeth Swann, despite the hours spent to swathe herself in finery, it was all far more an attempt to make herself feel beautiful than look it. She did her duty, chaperoned the event, but when the celebrations died down, she could not stay. She hastily excused herself from the festivities, apologized to Puck and stole into the cool of the night.
Without thought, there was but one place to go. Hoover 305.
She stood, palm splayed against the wood of the door before she could muster her courage to knock. She hoped the man she sought would be just on the other side, and would forgive her enough to let her through. Yet despite all her thoughts that told her he would never do so, she gained some courage and rapped her knuckles against the door, faintly.
Three raps. Five minutes gone. Nothing.
She knocked again, a bit more insistently.
Nothing.
Sinking against the door frame, she closed her eyes and rested her forehead against the wood, splaying a palm against it. He wanted nothing to do with her so long as she did not belong to him. He'd made that quite clear.
It didn't keep her heart from aching any more, nor did it convince her to leave. For now, she would be content to lean against this barrier between them, a small divisional plank that made her ache.]
((OTA because anyone can find her either on her way there, find her leaning pitifully against the door, what have you.))
For one Elizabeth Swann, despite the hours spent to swathe herself in finery, it was all far more an attempt to make herself feel beautiful than look it. She did her duty, chaperoned the event, but when the celebrations died down, she could not stay. She hastily excused herself from the festivities, apologized to Puck and stole into the cool of the night.
Without thought, there was but one place to go. Hoover 305.
She stood, palm splayed against the wood of the door before she could muster her courage to knock. She hoped the man she sought would be just on the other side, and would forgive her enough to let her through. Yet despite all her thoughts that told her he would never do so, she gained some courage and rapped her knuckles against the door, faintly.
Three raps. Five minutes gone. Nothing.
She knocked again, a bit more insistently.
Nothing.
Sinking against the door frame, she closed her eyes and rested her forehead against the wood, splaying a palm against it. He wanted nothing to do with her so long as she did not belong to him. He'd made that quite clear.
It didn't keep her heart from aching any more, nor did it convince her to leave. For now, she would be content to lean against this barrier between them, a small divisional plank that made her ache.]
((OTA because anyone can find her either on her way there, find her leaning pitifully against the door, what have you.))