Irritable (OTA)
The rec room was quiet and almost empty save for one individual seated on the small table with her head in her hands and her wings curled around herself. It wasn't dark enough in here. The glare from the snow outside was almost too much for the girl and the shield from her wings only did so much. Her iPod had been abandoned on the couch and for once, it wasn't on.
Esme was in dire need of silence. She had one hell of a migraine thanks to sleep deprivation. It was, in her current opinion, sort of fucked up how she depended on Pyro's presence just to sleep. Fucked up and probably bad. Again, this was only a current opinion. She was cranky, cold, everything hurt. Negative thoughts were running rampant. Something clanked down the hall and Esme groaned, whimpering slightly as her fingers laced through her hair. Her wings were tense as they shielded her from the light coming in through the window. She'd sit elsewhere but with wings, it was hard to sit anywhere without hurting. The table was the only comfortable place for her.
Esme was in dire need of silence. She had one hell of a migraine thanks to sleep deprivation. It was, in her current opinion, sort of fucked up how she depended on Pyro's presence just to sleep. Fucked up and probably bad. Again, this was only a current opinion. She was cranky, cold, everything hurt. Negative thoughts were running rampant. Something clanked down the hall and Esme groaned, whimpering slightly as her fingers laced through her hair. Her wings were tense as they shielded her from the light coming in through the window. She'd sit elsewhere but with wings, it was hard to sit anywhere without hurting. The table was the only comfortable place for her.