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A A L I Y A HXS H A N K S
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Outfit: Link Here
Location: Ace Bronson Home
Dialogue Color β¦ #C8A2C8
Thought Color β§ #22570B
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A A L I Y A HXS H A N K S
_____ T H EXQ U E E NXB E E _____
Outfit: Link Here
Location: Ace Bronson Home
Dialogue Color β¦ #C8A2C8
Thought Color β§ #22570B
Shut up.
It was the first thought when awareness crept back into the corners of Aaliyah's eyes. There was an incessant buzzing in her ears and whoever the hell decided that letting a bee into the house was a grand idea was honestly an idiot. They were stupid and Leah was pretty sure that she swatted it away and told it to stop, but what had actually happened was her right hand twitching, raising weakly but then falling right back down, and she also groaned. Of course, she wasn't actually aware at that exact moment that the buzzing was not at all a bee, but Malcolm speaking. Everything was fuzzy and her eyelids felt heavy, weighed down by some invisible force. Just like the rest of her body. She was pretty sure she was dreaming, too, but that could've been because her mind was no longer at the party. She wasn't even aware that she was still at Ace's party in the first place. Where was she? In all actuality, Aaliyah couldn't tell you even if she wanted to. All she knew was that, Oh, that feels nice, there was this random blanket of warmth that she needed to curl into, which she slowly did.
Eventually, though, she had to muster the energy to open her eyes - and that was some serious work, mind you - and blearily peeked at Malcolm's face, not really seeing him but the fuzziness in her head abated enough to let her actually hear him. And oh, what was he doing here? Wherever here was didn't seem like it would have him. He was warm, so warm, and here was cold. He didn't deserve that. That didn't stop her from missing him, though. And wasn't that a revelation? Leah was so lost in this space - that seemed like an accurate word to use since it clearly was not the party, in her head - that it hadn't occurred to her that she had missed Malcolm until he was randomly here and warm and safe and good. Or even conjure up the thought that she shouldn't miss him at all. But she couldn't focus on that. Aaliyah swore she smiled up at him, but it was more of a grimace and a tentative, weak, one at that. "Mmmmmmalc..." She tried going for his full first name, but she was trying to hold her head up as well to fully acknowledge him and her body rejected that. That was a lot of work and the head space from earlier - the unconsciousness - sounded like such a better idea. A chill went through her and she desperately needed to focus more on huddling under the warmth. "I'mmmm...missssssd you..." Her voice came out soft, barely discernible, and Aaliyah couldn't even fathom that he didn't understand her. Then again, she drifted back into weightlessness soon after, eyes drifting closed because obviously if Malcolm was here, everything was okay. She didn't need to be awake, right?
It was the first thought when awareness crept back into the corners of Aaliyah's eyes. There was an incessant buzzing in her ears and whoever the hell decided that letting a bee into the house was a grand idea was honestly an idiot. They were stupid and Leah was pretty sure that she swatted it away and told it to stop, but what had actually happened was her right hand twitching, raising weakly but then falling right back down, and she also groaned. Of course, she wasn't actually aware at that exact moment that the buzzing was not at all a bee, but Malcolm speaking. Everything was fuzzy and her eyelids felt heavy, weighed down by some invisible force. Just like the rest of her body. She was pretty sure she was dreaming, too, but that could've been because her mind was no longer at the party. She wasn't even aware that she was still at Ace's party in the first place. Where was she? In all actuality, Aaliyah couldn't tell you even if she wanted to. All she knew was that, Oh, that feels nice, there was this random blanket of warmth that she needed to curl into, which she slowly did.
Eventually, though, she had to muster the energy to open her eyes - and that was some serious work, mind you - and blearily peeked at Malcolm's face, not really seeing him but the fuzziness in her head abated enough to let her actually hear him. And oh, what was he doing here? Wherever here was didn't seem like it would have him. He was warm, so warm, and here was cold. He didn't deserve that. That didn't stop her from missing him, though. And wasn't that a revelation? Leah was so lost in this space - that seemed like an accurate word to use since it clearly was not the party, in her head - that it hadn't occurred to her that she had missed Malcolm until he was randomly here and warm and safe and good. Or even conjure up the thought that she shouldn't miss him at all. But she couldn't focus on that. Aaliyah swore she smiled up at him, but it was more of a grimace and a tentative, weak, one at that. "Mmmmmmalc..." She tried going for his full first name, but she was trying to hold her head up as well to fully acknowledge him and her body rejected that. That was a lot of work and the head space from earlier - the unconsciousness - sounded like such a better idea. A chill went through her and she desperately needed to focus more on huddling under the warmth. "I'mmmm...missssssd you..." Her voice came out soft, barely discernible, and Aaliyah couldn't even fathom that he didn't understand her. Then again, she drifted back into weightlessness soon after, eyes drifting closed because obviously if Malcolm was here, everything was okay. She didn't need to be awake, right?