Carriage House Room One: All day Sunday [8-19-07]
After yesterday with Dean, Millie had fled back to her room, climbed into bed fully dressed, pulled the covers over her head, and cried herself to sleep.
She was awake now, feeling dull and stupid and hurting more than she would have thought possible. At some point Proudfoot had crawled under the covers with her and curled up against her chest to comfort her. Millie stroked her absently, feeling too miserable to do or think of anything but how foolish she had been. She would have loved a cup of tea, but that would have meant coming out from under the covers and she wasn't going to - plus she didn't deserve tea, she deserved to be punished.
No, she wasn't coming out. Not today, maybe not ever.
[OOC: Mostly establishy, though open if the roommate or semi-boyfriend or someone else wants to show up or someone wants to try and coax her out. Yeah. Good luck with that.]
[ETA: Being kidnapped unexpectedly. Back early evening.]
She was awake now, feeling dull and stupid and hurting more than she would have thought possible. At some point Proudfoot had crawled under the covers with her and curled up against her chest to comfort her. Millie stroked her absently, feeling too miserable to do or think of anything but how foolish she had been. She would have loved a cup of tea, but that would have meant coming out from under the covers and she wasn't going to - plus she didn't deserve tea, she deserved to be punished.
No, she wasn't coming out. Not today, maybe not ever.
[OOC: Mostly establishy, though open if the roommate or semi-boyfriend or someone else wants to show up or someone wants to try and coax her out. Yeah. Good luck with that.]
[ETA: Being kidnapped unexpectedly. Back early evening.]