- Messages
- 443
- OOC First Name
- Cole
- Sexual Orientation
- Aion♡♡
- Age
- 6/2028
Cyan pressed at the tender area around her eye, wishing she'd kept the tube of cream. It was from that stalking Danielle though, and thus Cyan didn't trust it. The Hufflepuff was now seated in the passenger side of her best friends car, silent for the moment, still nursing wounded pride over her stupidly brash actions. Cyan could smell fire whiskey still on Aion's breath, and wondered what could have made him want to drink - considering he'd never talked about wanting to do so before. Cyan twisted at her ring, adjusting it on her finger over and over, breathing as quietly as she could make herself. There were many confusing thoughts in Cy's head, but the most perplexing of all was why Dani was also with Aion when Aion had expressed not liking her. It wasn't as if Cyan didn't want him to have his own friends, she just felt almost betrayed, thinking he might have been hanging out with her behind her back - what if they were dating?
Cyan was in no way interested in being Aion's girlfriend, but she hated Danielle and knew Aion deserved better than the whiny mud-b... She shook her thoughts out and glanced in the vanity mirror of the car at her already bruising eye. "Aion." She whispered his name gently before turning completely in the seat to face him. Cyan's mocha orbs concentrated on the sharp slope of his jaw, not wanting to look him in the eyes. "What's wrong. Please you're my best friend. You can tell me anything." She spoke, remaining hushed. It was heartbreaking that Cyan felt he couldn't trust her to talk to her. She loved him and would always accept him. Regardless of what was the matter
Cyan was in no way interested in being Aion's girlfriend, but she hated Danielle and knew Aion deserved better than the whiny mud-b... She shook her thoughts out and glanced in the vanity mirror of the car at her already bruising eye. "Aion." She whispered his name gently before turning completely in the seat to face him. Cyan's mocha orbs concentrated on the sharp slope of his jaw, not wanting to look him in the eyes. "What's wrong. Please you're my best friend. You can tell me anything." She spoke, remaining hushed. It was heartbreaking that Cyan felt he couldn't trust her to talk to her. She loved him and would always accept him. Regardless of what was the matter