#convo.asher

perhaps it was naive to fiercely believe that this one time seemingly changed the dynamics between him and her to such extent, yet she was unable to deny that her initial resentfulness towards his person had been exchanged for a sense of comfort. in a way, the new side of asher denvers that had never been shown before this moment, had managed to make its way onto her good side. made spending her minutes with him bearable, even whenever her attraction for him was not in overdrive. and although the presence of the blond was one she would, in any circumstance, not accept as easily, this once she caved. perhaps because she wanted to give him another shot at proving her wrong about him. or maybe it was how his masterpiece of facepaint created on her facial features would and should not go to waste.

“ no, no, wait — i’ve got a good one now, ” one of adala’s hands had extended, only to offer asher the glass ; a first round of drinks had been ordered, adala wishing that tonight was one to not be remembered. her focus had to be shifted at all times, centered on anything but reality. right now ? the center of attention was the male right in front of her. “why are skeletons so calm ? ” the narrowed glance of her emerald hues, merely intensified by the heavy make up around her eyes, was aimed in his direction, a questioning glimpse burning in the corners of her eyes. in a nearly teasing hiss, barely audible above the music in the background, the brunette muttered, “ because nothing gets under their skin. ” subsequently, words were followed by a shrug of her shoulders and the initial seriousness painting her features loosening up to form somewhat of a smile. “ you can’t deny, that was a decent one. ”

legs were folded beneath her, as she sat on one of the tables that gave room for what could serve as the tiniest bit of private space as the library had turned into an absolute war zone, with the students having been gathered ‘round. one of her hands had reached out, curling her slender fingers around his wrist, as emerald hues flickered up to meet icy blues. “ what about this one ? ” her finger was hovering over the skin of his arm, the mere tip of it gently tracing the outlines of one of the tattoos — the dark ink standing out harshly against the pale skin of the male. “ when did you get it ? ” perhaps in an attempt of miraculously making the time pass faster, making a second split in half, she felt herself drawn to the company of the one person who, so far, had managed to make every second feel worthwhile. and maybe, because he had the privilege of wandering around in her mind at times he should not have been for days after the halloween ball. and even when she felt part of her holding back slightly, she gave in. bit by bit, proving that once more now.