picture ariel, in a sort of sordid melancholy that she believed had ceased its attempts in capturing her heart. picture her, not being the life of every party and rattling off jokes and bright observations as if she deserved nothing less than the spotlight she so craved. now as she leant against the railings of a small balcony tucked away in a nondescript alcove away from the party, she could revel in the silence, only broken every so often as she sighed out a lungful of smoke. “i never thought of it before -- but people with small families are lucky.” it was then did her eyes fall upon her companion, before flickering away, he looked a great deal too familiar then, even against the backdrop of her home. she tried to quell the thought. “i was being asked the same question over and over again, through the entire night! god... how i hate explaining myself.” ( @aurcls​ )
