#elisesharpe

A feral smirk appearing upon her lips — Ivy watched the newcomers appear one after the other, with each seeming to to fear what they were about to encounter if they were so chosen to fight. Bemused by the prospects of perhaps entertaining herself by joining in, her fingers draped over the railing as she regarded Sofia’s taunts to certain people that she knew to participate with a larger smirk. It seemed the little lamb had come out tonight, and was she ever interested. Beginning to walk down the stairs towards the landing, Ivy’s features remained ever the same as others easily moved, her reputation preceding itself as she made her way to the very person she was unexpectedly delighted to see. “Well look who the cat dragged in.” She drawled, her head tilting as she looked at the girl before her, one that almost dredged up the memories of lost moments of time collected together with a drunken haze, hands moving in places one could only dream of.

{ ☂ } —- our muses wake up with no memories after a night of heavy drinking.

Heavy.

Darius’ head felt heavy and his eyes even heavier. 

The sunshine drifting through the window, normally welcoming, was harsh and glaring as Darius’ headache became more apparent with each passing second. With a groan, Darius slid his head underneath his pillow and was about to fall asleep when he suddenly felt the bed shift - something that wasn’t his doing. 

Reluctantly, Darius lifted the pillow and squinted at who he eventually recognized as Elise, passed out on his bed beside him. Out of reflex, Darius put a hand on his chest and a hand on his hip, sighing in relief when he felt the fabric of his clothes from the night before still on his own body. 

The last thing Darius wanted to be was to be awake, but something in the back of his head made him shove Elise hard enough until she woke up.

“...’lise...Elise..” Darius mumbled, already half unconscious. He received a tired groan in reply, followed by a soft whine.

“...wake up. Audition.” 

Those words leaving his mouth was enough for Elise to jerk up with a newfound energy that wasn’t present a second ago. She immediately began panicking, pacing the room for a supposed jacket that may or may not have been in his room. Rather than help her search, Darius turned over and pulled the blanket over his head. 

“...God...you’re fine.” Darius murmured, slightly irritated. “Just...your powers. They see what you want them to see, yadda yadda, you’re good.” 

Darius, unable to fall back asleep with Elise running around his room, he turned over and squinted through his exhaustion to peer at Elise. With a snort, he rolled back over and shut his eyes.

“You have Sharpie on your face.”

“I have what on my face?!” Elise cried out, hurrying to the bathroom. 

“Jeez, yell any louder, why don’t you?” Darius chuckled tiredly. “Need I remind you your literal ability to literally erase the marker on your face in their literal minds?”

“You have lipstick on your face!”