#deezee1

Aven has made a considerable attempt to start mending... whatever is left with her relationship with Diose.  But she can’t deny the almost smug feeling that sneaks up on her when she spies Deezee confront the ever so impenetrable Valey heir.  It’s moments like these—which, not so incidentally, always end up being Deezee-related—that Aven finds herself living vicariously through someone else’s anger, feeling ever so childishly petty.

Aven makes her way towards Deezee now, pushing her way through the party goers and grabbing a drink for him along the way.  “That was... something.”  She reaches out to touch his arm briefly, an awkward show of solidarity.  “I can’t imagine she’s done something to set you off at a wedding?”  There’s a lot more she wants to ask, some overdue questions she’s remembering, but she supposes that can wait for after all these people stop staring.