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22. A one word text

18. A drunk text

Txt: Rasaaaaa

23. A text asking for advice

Axelle had just finished up in the library and went to go put away her stuff in her room. She pulled on a scarf to keep her neck warm, feeling like she might have been coming down with a sore throat. Grabbing a small pack of a lozenges, Axelle went down to the kitchens to get some hot tea, throwing in the lozenges so the menthol helped out with her throat.  After finishing it off, she headed down the hall towards one of the little hide away spots in the castle to just relax. She pulled out her sketch pad, drawing aimlessly it seemed like. Feeling like someone was there was eyes on her, she looks up from her drawing and looks around before spotting a familiar face. “Hey Rasa, is everything okay?” she asks and gives her a small wave, motioning her to come hang out if she wanted to. 

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It was late, well past midnight. Halloween was over and it was officially November now, which meant that technically her fight with Matthias had been last month. Solveig grimaced at the thought, it made it sound like the eternity it had felt like. Lifting the bottle of whiskey she took a long swig. Still in the green velvet dress she’d word to the party she was curled into an alcove of the hallway staring out the window. Even after a night of pretending it hadn’t gotten easier and she doubted it ever would. Was this her life from now on? Doomed to spending her days with Katrien while her best friend couldn’t even stomach the sight of her. 

Taking another swig she was pulled back to reality by a voice she hadn’t heard in a while. Vaguely she remembered the princess as one of Matthias’ friends, though she didn’t seem to be in much better shape than Solveig was. Without a word she held the bottle out to the other, who took it and the seat beside the blonde. 

After passing the bottle back and forth silently for a few moments, Solveig finally spoke up. “That offer still stand?” she asked, not much stock put into the question. “The one about the meaningless sex,” she clarified. 

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"I'm certain this isn't what you expected this Sunday." The words pushed through a coarse throat, followed by a dry cough that Seren covered with her elbow. It had been a while since she'd felt this sick. Perhaps it was the change in weather. That would be the logical response but she chalked it up to being allergic to the people and places that surrounded her. "This place is actually making me sick. My body is shutting down." Dramatic. Seren's default emotion seeped into everything she said and she was lucky that Rasa was already quite used to her complaints. If it weren't for her stopping by, Seren would have been left to nurse the illness on her own and besides the gratitude she showed to her father, Rasa was the only other one to see that side of her. "We can still have our chat if you can deal with me sounding like I smoke 8 packs a day." The chuckle hurt nearly as much as the talking did but she was still more than willing to hold a conversation. Talking candidly with anyone else seemed like too much for her and she couldn't miss the weekly one on one with the Lithuanian.