#link04

Sassa was just about at the end of her patience with the evening, planning on finishing the drink she was currently swirling in it’s cup in her hand, and heading out. Halloween was fun, sure, but she had plenty of masks she wore on a normal day. Dressing up and everyone figuring out what you were took the fun out of it. In her opinion. Draining the last sip from her cup, cringing slightly at the shitty taste, Sassa slipped out of the group she had been with and started heading towards the exit when she crossed paths with Link. If she had been slightly more sober, she probably would’ve ignored them - but...well, honestly, Sassa was sorta curious as to what Link’s next attempt to slip underneath her radar would be. And irritated that he hadn’t tried anything different, even if it had only been a week or so since Greer’s poor taste birthday party. “No scheming tonight?” Sassa said, a pout of her lower lip accompanying the question as she turned, walking a few steps backwards as they passed each other, simply to keep her eyes on Link. No need to stop - it’s not like she was going to stay and have a conversation with him. Probably. Maybe. 

Court reached out when he saw Link walking past, grabbing his wrist, knowing he’d be unable to get their attention otherwise. “Come here,” he cooed, tugging him with him towards one of the less crowded corners, absolutely making sure he got at least a moment with Link. Coco leaned his shoulder against the wall, fingers still encircling the other’s wrist, a small smile dancing across his lips, his less than sober state perhaps obvious as his fingers began lightly tracing against Link’s skin, a hint of awe on his face. “Where have you been all night?” Coco asked, like he had been looking, and the sudden need to grab them hadn’t popped into his mind as soon as his eyes had settled on Link. 

Mari had been sitting on the letter for a few days, going through the motions of classes and school and everything with an air of detachment, distracted the entire time. It being from Greer was equal parts terrifying and frustrating, and yet Mari kept thinking about the possibility that Milo had something to do with it as well. She hadn’t spoken to anyone about its contents, too terrified about what it may mean, petrified about what she may have to admit. And it was making her feel like she was going to fall off the edge.  

Genuinely, Mari felt like there was no one she could tell. No one she could talk to about this. It’s not like anyone knew the full scope of her and Greer’s relationship. But...there was someone who knew a lot of it. Which was how she found herself texting Link, asking him to meet her for coffee. 

“I found a letter,” Mari said quietly once they were sitting at a table opposite each other, her eyes on Link’s for a beat before breaking the eye contact as she held up the letter, the distinctive writing of Greer visible on the outside, who it was from not needing to be further stated. “I was...given a letter,” she corrected. It certainly didn’t count as finding it when it had been left on her pillow.” I’m losing it, Link.”