synergiies:
[ @leyhellstrcm ] after the past few days it couldn’t have come as a surprise to anyone that juliette was being as slight as she was. head down, headphones in trying to focus on the things that she had at least a little bit of control over. she felt awful after what had happened, a part of her hating andy for the way he could just trample over her like she was nothing.things were supposed to get better coming to paragon weren’t they? she was supposed to grow into the leader she was meant to be. then why did she feel like such a teenage girl.
she’s so caught up in her own thoughts that she doesn’t notice the other until they’re stood before her table. had resting on the opposite chair with a raised brow. “oh hey,” she greets gently, moving to shift some of her notes out of the way. “sure, take a seat,”
    leylah never means to be mean and it’s a wonder how she still maintains an     almost spotless reputation. it’s that air of confidence, that she can get away     with almost anything she wants, like a spoiled little veruca salt in a candy     store, that she carries around her. it lifts her in the little bounce that she’s     always sporting in her step, despite the combat boots against dusty wood     floors of the chocolate factory that paragon is. the room’s practically empty,     empty desks littered around the hall, but ley heads straight for one that’s     piled on with stray papers. the sweetheart saunters over, never having been     one to sit alone, without company.Â
       “thanks.”
    the rings on her fingers tap quietly against the surface of the seat as she     settles in, hazel eyes curiously curating the woman before her ---- - tracing     the lines that curved into a gentle slope of her cheekbones, taking in the     innocence scribbled across her features that only made her more alluring.Â
       “i’m leylah, and not really a big fan of sitting alone-- if you were        wondering or anything.”















