#complexitiies

       a  whirring  sound  catches  her  attention  ----  a  red  streak  on  the  bridge,  racing  to  the  docks  and  around  the  city  at  incomprehensible  speed.  huh.  wasn’t  there  a  blog  about  this  ----  streak ?  

the plan was to go to fairy godmother’s as soon as she came and dragged jay away from the scene. she’d explain the situation      say that jay was merely standing up for her, that everything got blown out of proportions due to the amount of kids watching and making a ruckus; maybe she could even pin the blame on herself, too. bianca had a near spotless record ( the few times she had gotten accused of something, she managed to talk her way out of it, justifying her actions as entirely necessary for her very important for her investigations ), so surely they’d go easy on her.

but even bianca’s knack for picking locks wasn’t enough to get past a door warded off by magic. there were hall monitors around, too, and it was clear they did not want her there, or even to listen to what she had to say. waiting in jay’s dorm was the next best thing, she decided. that one was far easier to break into, and bianca settled for sitting in his bed while thinking of a way to help him out of this      a terrible decision, she quickly realized. focusing on anything other than his impending punishment was near impossible. would they make him attend remedial classes until he graduated? would he get kicked out of tourney? oh heavens, what if they sent him back to the isle? stupid assumption, bianca’s more rational side told her. they wouldn’t do that, after all the work it took to bring the vks to auradon in the first place.

      or would the parameters be different because of where he came from? would they be less lenient? bianca realized with a sinking sensation that she did not know what to expect. out of all the times her knowledge-hungry self was frustrated for being left in the dark, this one was certainly the worst.

slender fingers rapidly tapped against her arm, crossed legs jittering slightly as her gaze remained set on the door. he had to be done by now, right? it didn’t make sense for their talk to take so long. okay, this is stupid, bianca thought to herself suddenly. i’m going to go get him.

she was deadset on crashing through fairy godmother’s office if she had to, but the door to the room promptly opened all of a sudden. immediately, bianca rose from her seat, suddenly breathless. deep-blue hues held his gaze for a moment, before she finally found her voice.

“ya’ know, i wasn’t sure what to expect out of this—but is that how i really look like?” a soft chuckle escapes his lips as eyes scan the drawing the other had done of him. not that he thinks it’s bad. it’s not like he can draw any better, honestly, he probably draws like a child. he turns his sketch pad over to show him his work. “okay but, to be fair, i told you i was a crappy artist, so you can’t hate me for how this turned out.” he shrugs his shoulders. despite how terrible he was at the whole art thing, he was actually enjoying this. it was something different.

❝ how did this end up being far from the vacation i had in mind? i wanted one summer without trouble.❞