#znthcs

Reese liked to consider herself a pretty laid back, go with the flow kind of person. The type that didn’t sweat the small stuff and got that sometimes shit just happened. Despite that, she couldn’t help feeling just a little bit irritated when after a couple hours Raven hadn’t responded to the latest text in their conversation. Still, she followed Arslan’s advice and didn’t send the dreaded double text. Even Nadir had pointed out how desperate that looked.

When a day and half later she still hadn’t heard anything her housemates finally relented and let her send a follow up, though whether it was because they deemed it appropriate or were just sick of listening her to complain was up in the air. But even then Raven didn’t respond. Not one hour later, or two, or fourteen. After two days of not responding, Reese stopped asking her friends’ opinions and just texted when she felt like it. It wasn’t like Raven was ignoring her, right? Anything could’ve happened; she could’ve broken her phone, missed a bill, gotten sick, or hell, fallen into a coma.

After a week of radio silence on Raven’s side and twenty-seven texts on Reese’s, the blutonian started to take the hint. Her new ‘friend’ was totally ignoring her. And to be completely honest with herself, Reese was a little pissed. If she didn’t want to hang out or talk anymore, all it took was a phone call, one message even, to say so. 

But ghosting?

Dick move.

Quietly seething the entire way, Reese had started boarding to the library just past one in the afternoon, hoping to catch her on her break. If Raven didn’t want to associate with her anymore it was whatever, she’d get over it, but she was going to actually have to say something to get her way. Rolling up to the bench just outside the building, she was actually glad to find the librarian already sitting there reading. She was so not in the mood to wait around for her to get out.

“You!”

Being able to be seen, it was like an entirely new world had been opened to Reese. Suddenly she could talk to anyone she wanted, and as long as she didn’t do anything weird, they wouldn’t even notice she was dead! Unfortunately, it brought up a new problem; she wanted more.

Just being able to talk wasn’t enough. She wanted to be able to touch. To be able to hold someone’s hand, to experience a hug, her first kiss... She had no idea what she needed to do to move, why she was still trapped here. It wasn’t fair that she was forced to live this half life until the end times, watching as everyone around her lived long lived full of meaningful experiences and relationships.

To that end, she’d spent the past several weeks tracking down a mage or a witch, either would do, just someone who might be able to help her. And from what she’d heard, the woman camped out beside the fire in front of her might have the power she needed.

And if she didn’t, magic users all knew each other, right?

“Umm, hello?”

Reese: so havnt herd from u sins the lites came bak on

@znthcs

Rolling casually down the sidewalk, occasionally weaving around someone too busy to pay attention to where they were going, Reese couldn’t help but be pissed at how slowly the day was passing. How was it possible for every one one of her friends to be busy at the same time? Granted, Arslan would get off in a couple hours, but with Bolin and Nadir at the gym, and Neon at practice, what was she supposed to do in the meantime?

The skate park had been the most obvious answer, until some dumbass decided he didn’t want to land the right way and broke his collarbone. After that, it was either stick around and wait for the EMTs to finish so she could get back to skating, or head out into town. At least the latter would keep her moving. What she hadn’t counted on was how little to do there would be, at least by herself. She flat out refused to be the person who went to see a movie alone, and hitting the mall solo was just as bad. Why didn’t her friends realize how selfish they were being having lives of their own?

Coming up on the sign for the public library, Reese briefly considered stopping in, maybe checking out a book or movie or something. Until she remembered that she hated reading, and the last time she’d been to the library had been when her and a couple friends went tagging in high school. They’d never been caught, but it still felt like returning to the scene of the crime, even if it was years later. Trying to see past a couple of trees that had never been there before, she was so caught up looking for her mark that she almost didn’t notice the woman reading on one of the benches. She couldn’t see much of her behind the book, but with the dark eyes and hair so black it was almost purple, she liked what she saw enough to at least say hi.

There were worse ways to kill time.

Coming to a stop a few feet in front of the girl’s bench, Reese put on what she liked to consider a charming, albeit cocky as hell, grin before speaking up.