I had a heart then but the queen has been overthrown.
WHO: Emiliana and Ivan
WHEN: October 8th, Saturday afternoon
WHERE: Ivan's abode
WHAT: Boyfriend moves back to Canada. Spend the last month or so in a glass case of emotion. Get comforted by currently ill ex-boyfriend. What do you mean society finds this set-up odd?
Sleeping off the night before had been rather difficult.
Difficult in that, as exhausting headache inducing and strangely fun as last night had been with Matthew (and Alfred, she supposed), sleep had still taken a while to overtake her the moment she found herself getting home to an empty apartment and crawling into a just as empty bed. But Emi had managed, eventually. If only for a few hours, at least.
She couldn't allow herself too long to sleep in (even sleeping in meant nodding off at five and waking up less than six hours later). Unsure if the headache she awoke to was a consequence of an unhealthy amount of rest or if she had indeed had more to drink than first assumed, Emi forced herself out of bed, into the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face, and then into the kitchen to get ready to visit Ivan.
Now, fully showered, clothed, and hopefully with dark circles well hidden behind carefully applied make up, Emi stood in front of Ivan's door. Purse slung over her shoulder, bag of snacks in one hand, and knuckles rapping against the wooden door, she waited until the door finally opened.
"Hola, Ivan," she immediately greeted, smiling faintly up at the blonde. "Feeling better, I hope?"
WHEN: October 8th, Saturday afternoon
WHERE: Ivan's abode
WHAT: Boyfriend moves back to Canada. Spend the last month or so in a glass case of emotion. Get comforted by currently ill ex-boyfriend. What do you mean society finds this set-up odd?
Sleeping off the night before had been rather difficult.
Difficult in that, as exhausting headache inducing and strangely fun as last night had been with Matthew (and Alfred, she supposed), sleep had still taken a while to overtake her the moment she found herself getting home to an empty apartment and crawling into a just as empty bed. But Emi had managed, eventually. If only for a few hours, at least.
She couldn't allow herself too long to sleep in (even sleeping in meant nodding off at five and waking up less than six hours later). Unsure if the headache she awoke to was a consequence of an unhealthy amount of rest or if she had indeed had more to drink than first assumed, Emi forced herself out of bed, into the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face, and then into the kitchen to get ready to visit Ivan.
Now, fully showered, clothed, and hopefully with dark circles well hidden behind carefully applied make up, Emi stood in front of Ivan's door. Purse slung over her shoulder, bag of snacks in one hand, and knuckles rapping against the wooden door, she waited until the door finally opened.
"Hola, Ivan," she immediately greeted, smiling faintly up at the blonde. "Feeling better, I hope?"