Leona's Drabbles/Prompts.

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She laid upon the bed with an empty pit growing in her stomach. Colin had already disappeared into the other room, still drunkenly shouting at his flatmates, boasting about his score for the night- a hot, drunk slag that would let you do what you wanted. The truth was he probably didn’t think she was awake- or that she’d care. And if she’d still been drunk, maybe she would have crawled out there and laughed with them before slyly dragging another off.

Instead she laid there, staring up at the ceiling with an empty feeling crawling through her stomach, her chest…hollowing her out as she listened through a cracked door at all the seedy details of her night were recounted, expanded upon, and labeled ‘gross’. She was gross, one said disdainfully, harping on how he hoped Colin wore a condom. How he probably should still get tested

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“What the hell is wrong with you? You’re drunk, you can’t

Casting Eyes

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Leona danced with the others without seeming to give a care in the world, though her eyes cut across the room to someone who sat on the wall. She turned away time and time again, trying to avoid the sight of the one person who seemed to not be enjoying themselves as much as he should. And maybe that was her fault- she’d dragged him along with a stubborn demand that he come out and ‘have fun’. There was no saving someone from themselves, though. Even she should know that, perhaps best of all.

So she danced, hands above her head as her hips swayed in time with the music that vibrated across the room. She closed her eyes, lips parted just a little as she let the sound take her.

Though soon enough, her eyes cracked, her head turning so she could peek over her shoulder and gaze behind her- watching. Silently inviting.