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Post by Marasha Gavina Bell on Sept 22, 2019 3:18:07 GMT
“Did you hear? He’s dating Hugo! Crazy.”
The red head’s blue eyes flicked quickly in a circle at the gossips. She’d heard enough rumors that turned out to be false over the years. Her hand swirled the cup of firewhiskey around, ignoring the familiar pang of jealousy. Anyways. If Miles /was/ dating Toby, it wouldn’t be exclusive. It couldn’t be. It wasn’t Miles’ style. Rasha would know. It was the reason they’d broken up. It was just how Miles was. It was something that Rasha as a fifteen year old, couldn’t abide. She didn’t want to /share/. It sounded comical now. She could share. But then. When she really thought about it… did she want to share Miles? Not that he was hers to share. He wouldn’t be. Couldn’t be. They just didn’t work. It didn’t stop them from being friends. It didn’t keep her from hanging out with him when he came over to see Dom. And it certainly didn’t stop her from loving him under all her flippant facades.
As she continued convincing herself of the ills of any sort of romantic relationship with Miles, her eyes scanned the room. Distractions seemed remarkably spars tonight.
Her thoughts roamed away from the students around her to the man she’d run into in a secret passage. A man she’d consciously flirted and teased in nothing more than a towel. She could still hear his gasp as she’d let her towel slip. Perhaps she could prowel. Perhaps she could find herself quite caught. Perhaps she would find herself distracted. Rasha’s lips lifted in a crooked smile. Silly thoughts.
And there they were. Acting the part of the cute couple. But it wasn’t exclusive. Even if it looked like it. Even if that knot of jealousy gave her doubts while chipping away at her resolve not to put herself in the way of unhealthy relationships. Rasha glanced back at the happy couple and shot down the last of her whiskey, ignoring the burn as she stood and slipped out the doorway. She sauntered out into the cool, mostly empty castle, more determined than ever to find the control she longed for.