#divinitiaes

the bar is empty, except for the both of them. liv is not planning on drinking, she’s not about to break the law, even if she’s in las vegas. but the place has a nice set up. she sits on a stool, juice box in hand. she’s been trying to think of the most appropriate way to approach her, which seems an impossible task. in a way, the girl reminds her of her old friend kylie, that bad girl vibe, the feeling that she might get cut if she tries to touch her. and then liv notices something left behind as the girl stands up and walks away. liv jumps up from her seat, heels clicking as she hurries towards the girl. she gasps loudly when she picks up the object. “oh my god! is this yours? why are you carrying this around?”

it’s overwhelming. so many humans, in such a small space. how long has it been since the last time she fed? a couple days? a week? she can only hide in her room for so long, she can only be rational for so long. she hasn’t lost control in so long, she’s terrified at the thought. so many innocent people, all as confused as she is, she could wipe out the entire hotel before any of them even knew they were in danger. she’s listening hard, hoping to catch something. the best she can hope for is going back to her old ways, human monsters... 

but someone else's thoughts come through instead. and edythe feels something like hope. nothing has changed, if anything, his presence here might make things worse, but it feels like there might be an option. she’s out of her room before she can stop to think about it, her speed takes her to him and only a few seconds, and he’s so real she can’t stop herself from throwing her arms around him. who cares if he hates her for it, she needs her brother. “royal! we need to do something, we need to get out of here.”