âââââââââââ PETRA KINGSLEY
XoutfitXX#5a7d5fXXXIn short: I felt my existence was tainted,
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXlXXXXXXXXXXXX in some subtle but essential way.
XX
XX
XX
XX
XX
XX
XX
XX
XX
XX
XX
XX
XX
XX
XX
XX
XX
XX
XX
XX
XX
XX
XX
XX
XX
XX
XX
"Boo!... Fine, but I'm getting a dance tonight from you if you're not drinking. I'll be nice so you can wait until everyone's too drunk to remember your dancing skills.
Petra laughed, well aware of how this game worked; it was as annual an event as the bonfire itself, the two of them trying in vain to get Daniel to dance (they'd even tried convincing him to sing, once, although that had gone down about as successfully as one would have expected). She doubted she'd catch him on the dancefloor any time soon, but the night was one of many possibilities, so she held out hope for a sudden elimintation of inhibitions. Was there any powerful here with that ability? Surely not. They'd be even more dangerous than her, and that would be... terrifying.
Her grin faded as she catches sight of his own falling smile, however, her brow rising questioningly as she follows his gaze to Brooke. She had no time to question the gaze, however, has Brooke grabbed her offered hand with enough zest to send her stumbling. "Let's dance!" Thankfully able to catch herself, she follows Brooke into the thrum of people.
The warmth of bodies enveloped her, cradling her comfortingly. She usually hated crowds, but there was something about the alcohol mixed with the energy around her, that produced a new, especially intoxicating cocktail. Her mind abuzz, she ran a hand through her hair and lifted Brooke's hand into the air, inciting a spin.
The worry of Daniel's expression lingered vaguely, through, as Petra danced, although as the alcohol began to hook itself, she could feel the concerns fading. She could anticipate what Daniel had seen- she knew Brooke better than she knew herself, after all. But she wasn't about to judge- with her baggage, such a thing would be hypocritical. Not to mention that she'd tried before, in her subtle ways. She broached gentle conversations, and offered an ear and a shoulder, but there was little more she could do. She had no doubt that if she began to fear for the girl's safety, she would do what she had to do (she might lose one of her most precious people in the process, but even that was better than having them lose themselves). But not now, and not tonight.
Tonight was a night for dancing and drinking and forgetting.
And so, with a carefree smile, she did.
Petra laughed, well aware of how this game worked; it was as annual an event as the bonfire itself, the two of them trying in vain to get Daniel to dance (they'd even tried convincing him to sing, once, although that had gone down about as successfully as one would have expected). She doubted she'd catch him on the dancefloor any time soon, but the night was one of many possibilities, so she held out hope for a sudden elimintation of inhibitions. Was there any powerful here with that ability? Surely not. They'd be even more dangerous than her, and that would be... terrifying.
Her grin faded as she catches sight of his own falling smile, however, her brow rising questioningly as she follows his gaze to Brooke. She had no time to question the gaze, however, has Brooke grabbed her offered hand with enough zest to send her stumbling. "Let's dance!" Thankfully able to catch herself, she follows Brooke into the thrum of people.
The warmth of bodies enveloped her, cradling her comfortingly. She usually hated crowds, but there was something about the alcohol mixed with the energy around her, that produced a new, especially intoxicating cocktail. Her mind abuzz, she ran a hand through her hair and lifted Brooke's hand into the air, inciting a spin.
The worry of Daniel's expression lingered vaguely, through, as Petra danced, although as the alcohol began to hook itself, she could feel the concerns fading. She could anticipate what Daniel had seen- she knew Brooke better than she knew herself, after all. But she wasn't about to judge- with her baggage, such a thing would be hypocritical. Not to mention that she'd tried before, in her subtle ways. She broached gentle conversations, and offered an ear and a shoulder, but there was little more she could do. She had no doubt that if she began to fear for the girl's safety, she would do what she had to do (she might lose one of her most precious people in the process, but even that was better than having them lose themselves). But not now, and not tonight.
Tonight was a night for dancing and drinking and forgetting.
And so, with a carefree smile, she did.