#repressibly

“ enjoying the view, are we? ” envy coyly jests once the empath’s eyes meet theirs. all according to plan—they’d been persistent enough to disturb her. as if they were going to allow her the privilege of reading in sheer silence, anyway; it pained them to be ignored for an extended period of time, especially by raven.

the homunculus quickly leans forth, plucking the book from her grasp to avoid losing her ( much wanted ) attention. “ now, let’s see… ” they hum casually. slender fingers trace lazy loops all over the book’s cover before coasting its boldfaced title: slaughterhouse-five. it sounded violent. bloodthirsty. so very them, and yet, they’dnever EVER be caught dead reading ( or sitting still, for that matter ).

MISC MEMES  /  ACCEPTING .

“  —Hm?  ”  L hums, his head angled in bewilderment. And here he thoughtthey were partaking in a meaningful conversation. Was that not true for Raven?

“ oh, i’m assuming you’re referring to komal? ” their form visibly stiffens, and they lean back in their chair, so to obscure that. there’s no need for rachel to unravel what had transpired between them and that particular person—not when she’s the roommate of their younger sister ( and, by some stroke of misfortune, vy’s type ).

vy prods at the nape of their neck, fingers quelling the smooth skin. “ i know her, but only vaguely. ” retrieving their beverage with a free hand, they carefully bring the straw to their mouth. uneasy violet eyes lock with the others as they allow themselves a sip.  “ she’s shallow. bitchy. overall, not really my kind of person. ”

“ —what?! what do you mean you can’t change me back?! ” envy’s shrill, panicked voice punctures the air, a dissonant echo haunting the otherwise noiseless room. “ no, that isn’t right. one of your books ought to have a transmogrification spell in it.” at this point, the homunculus has stooped to murmuring profanities to themselves. their eight legs assume a frantic promenade around their companion, as if that’d somehow restore their body.

a fatigued sigh unhinges their maw. they prop themselves up against raven’s thigh at an attempt to recuperate. “ this is what i get for trying to play hero, i suppose. see? see?! i’m not meant to be one of the good guys."

envy almost dismisses such a greeting. almost. that’s usually their go-to reaction when interacting with strangers. human-beings did little to pique their ( easily misplaced ) interest, and acting otherwise would prove to be but a waste of their precious time ( immortal or not, they certainly weren’t getting any younger ).

yet, upon chancing a better look at the speaker—curious violet eyes drinking in her dark cloak, half-lidded gaze, striking amethyst hair—envy decides against it. instead, a wry smile lifts their lips.

whoever this girl was, they were in dire need to know. she reeked of a power that no mere mortal could ever dream of attaining, and to top it all off…she wasn’t the worst to look at.

L’s eyes narrow as they divert their focus to the source of the…ahem, obscenity. Upon noting the uncharacteristically slouched form and bored expression, they soften.