who: @photoaria where: The Summer Masquerade when: After the Incident with the Glass
Every time she thinks she's okay she thinks about something else that just proves she isn't. Monsters. They're monsters! Is Morgan one of them, too? How many of them just watched? How many of them were licking their lips. And Laure. What was that? And the other woman, the other woman who instigated all of this? She can't even find her again - and what would she do if she did? Yell at her? She'd probably tell her to walk off a bridge, and clearly, Autumn'd just do it like she'd done everything else. And Aria. Aria is one of them. She's trying not to sob, because she's not meant to, not allowed to. It's only half working. They must have rented out the entire damned hotel for this stupid event, and she's too afraid to just leave, so she finds some quiet place and sits and wonders 'what next'. The Ball is very much still going on. She hears it, she sees people from whatever corner she's holed up in. She doesn't want to be here anymore.
She doesn't want to see any of them. Not even Miss Morgan. She's too afraid of finding out she's one of them. Not Laure , Laure terrifies her. And certainly not Aria, who has been, what... is it even a lie? Can you call something like this something as simple as a lie? But of course, it's Aria who finds her sitting here, mouth and chin and only barely cleaned of Aria and Laure's blood, shaking, hiccuping, like a stupid little wounded animal cowering from the things chasing it down. She can only muster enough to look Aria in the eye for a second before she decides staring at the ground is safer. God, she doesn't want to be angry, or frightened. So she defaults to quiet.
