#respairs

It had been quiet for a while now, chatter and laughter having died down into an easy silence. Lainey was scrolling on her phone, browsing nonsense, when Teddy breaks the silence. I don't recognize myself. The words cause Lainey to look up at her, brows furrowing. It wasn't like they'd never had deep conversations, after all, it was hard not to pour things out to someone when you knew they'd get it. But this felt like such a vulnerable admittance, and Lainey almost feels surprised it's her she was choosing to speak it aloud to.

"I think it's hard to sometimes--when everyone else is looking at you too." Lainey knew that feeling, trying to find yourself, your real self, underneath what was fabricated. Polished. And maybe it wasn't the same for Teddy, she didn't seem to hold back as much as Lainey did sometimes. But there were still expectations, people would always want something specific from you if your name was one of the ones up in lights. As long as there were eyes on you, you were a commodity.

Betty loved spending time with Teddy. Prior to the other musician being her opener the two spent plenty of time getting to know one another. It was important to Betty to know her crew for the tour and Teddy fell into that world, but on a more personal level. She loved all her crew and those that ran her show, but Teddy? She was going to be showcasing her talent prior to Betty and putting herself out there with music that blew the popstar away. She thought the blonde was incredibly talented beyond words and admired her greatly. Not to mention they got along really well in ways that she was sure her brother hadn't prepared for. It was one thing for talent to like each other, but Betty and Teddy?

"Oh my god, you're so bad," Betty scoffed with a smile, bright blues shining as she looked down at the roll options in thought. Teddy mentioned the white claw and she rolled her hues, laughing soft as she went about grabbing part of a dragon roll, "Look, okay. How about we... oh! I know! We'll go down to the hotel bar instead! They're going to have way better options and it doesn't take us far from here." She plucked the piece of roll from the tray with her chopsticks, bringing it to her mouth with a hand underneath it to keep from losing any parts to the bed.

She chewed but was quick to add after swallowing, "We'll still use Max's card. It's what we both deserve after the kick ass rehearsals we had today. So," she cooed out the word, "Let's eat and then go get you that white claw. I've been craving a vodka soda for some reason-- oh, no! A strawberry marg! Do you think the bar down there will make me one?"

† ❘ ❘ ❘ @respairs : send me a🚶 &. i'll introduce you to an NPC !

name: amélla andras. / dob: 1302. / gender: ciswoman. / birthplace: olomouc, ( then - bohemia ) . / residence: glasglow, uk. / nationality: czech. / relationship to cecily: platonic - maternal. / status: alive. / fc: ruth gem/mell.

meet ( ... ) AMÉLLA ANDRAS, cecily's dearest confidante at st. margaret's abbey. considered cecily's oldest friend &. the closest thing to a mother figure she has, amélla was also the first person cecily ever turned. she contracted the plague in 1355 while caring for the ill, &. cecily, terrified of losing her, proposed to save amélla's life. though she agreed, amélla struggled deeply with her transformation, as she still considered herself a woman of god &. a devout catholic. present day, amélla is cecily's eye upon the sirelings who live in the united kingdom — the two remaining very close confidantes. cecily considers amélla her only maternal figure &. carries fierce respect &. loyalty to her.

✝ | | | @respairs 𐔌 teddy 𐦯 : ↳ " are you asking me out ? "

from below delicately curled charcoal bangs do cecily's eyes soften, smile traveling up into her gaze. perhaps it HADN'T been her most straightforward attempt— merely a passive invitation to join her for the evening– though at least teddy has caught on. where the sudden offer had come from, cecily doesn't idle to ponder. the city comes ALIVE this time of night, &. it would be a waste to spend hers alone at nocturne. ❛ ❛ should i be more direct ? ❜ ❜ asked with a playful edge to her tone, cecily tilting her head ever so slightly. there isn't a single hint of facade about her, the vampire's interest AUTHENTIC. ❛ ❛ one night to impress you, that's all i ask. ❜ ❜