#sylvie|interaction.

“i can’t leave you alone for one minute, can i?” she tries to play it off as joking since there are a few people around them but sylvie’s irritation is genuine. her lips are set into a frown as her eyes flit quickly around the room. “i think we can leave now.”

she’d known it was going to come across as rather cliche when she first considered asking, but that wasn’t about to stop her. sylvie was so sick and tired of hearing about all the things her friends got up to on the weekend, knowing she definitely didn’t touch a soul. her main issue was that everyone seemed to put so much hype on who she lost her v-card to that she worried making the wrong choice would be detrimental to her reputation. so, she decided for it to be something she did quietly and the next time she was able to join in when her friends were off doing whatever it was that they did? she wouldn’t give a name. she doubted they’d say anything to anyone, anyway. “c’mon, please? i trust you. everyone always makes such a big deal about it and i just want to get it over with!”

pulling back from kissing them for the first time, sylvie couldn’t help the nervous giggle that came from her lips. she never had been very good under pressure. “i’m sorry! really, i am,” she insisted, covering her mouth with her hand in the hopes it would stifle the sound of her laughter. “it wasn’t bad or anything, i promise. i just can’t believe that we’re doing this.” they had to already know it wasn’t malicious, she didn’t have a mean bone in her body, but she still felt the need to reassure them. getting a grip of herself, she offered them a somewhat kinder smile and shifted so that she was kneeling on the bed. “c’mere, kiss me again.”

“n-no. it’s fine.” sylvie doesn’t know what to do with herself. feels as though she’s something akin to a deer caught in the headlights. after a moment of letting her gaze rapidly flick between the woman before her and the drawing of the woman before her, she has the good sense to snap her sketchbook shut. it might be too late and the damage might already be done but it feels rather incriminating to be sat there with the evidence so freely on her lap. “are you…” she trails off, trying to think of anything that she could possibly say to throw off the topic from her drawing, “do you like the exhibit?”

it was her mother’s annual easter party and while sylvie wasn’t particularly interested in the festivities, she was interested in locating one of their guests in particular. “long time no see!” she greeted, as if the two of them didn’t spend time with one another whenever they could. “so, how long until you think we can disappear?” 

“would you mind if we maybe... didn’t go out tonight?” they’d had these plans for weeks. it was when sylvie was supposed to end things between them, publicly, for their ex to witness. however due to how conflicted she was feeling she wasn’t sure that she could face it. “i’m just not feeling so great, is all.”