if today was your last day √ lolopez
- Santana: was panicking. She usually picked the fight between them and it usually ended with Noelle coming and cuddling with her eventually. Not this. Never this. Santana hated herself for it. She pushed Noelle this far and now she had to fix it. She was lying when she said she'd kill herself right after Noelle. She had to help Noelle first, and if the other girl died, then Santana would go too. But it also hurt because Santana wanted to believe Noelle when she said she loved her. But she didn't anymore. If Noelle loved her, she would have stopped immediately when Santana said that she would kill herself, too - just like Santana had stopped when Noelle said that to, and the younger girl would have dropped everything and came to Santana when the Latina said that she needed her. She just didn't believe it anymore. Her car was speeding down the blocks, driving onto the grass of the park and searching frantically for her sister. The ambulance should be on their way too. It wasn't a huge park. Barely anything. And soon enough, Santana found her sister lying on one of the benches. "Noelle. Noelle, hey. It's me. Its San. You're gonna be okay, beautiful. Look at me." She cupped Noelle's face on her hands and patted her cheek a little bit.
A Sopheria Flower's Ashes
After having stopped at Baticul for a (very) quick errand, Asch found himself passing the garden that belonged to the Duke’s manor. His father’s manor… Stopping, he turned to the direction of the garden. Normally, he wouldn’t have stopped at all, much less in such a place, but something, or rather, someone, had caught his attention. There was a girl standing there, staring at the flowers. Her hair that was up in tails moved with every tilt of her head as she examined the flowers carefully.
What was she… doing? He couldn’t tell if she was looking for something, whether it was a flower or not, if she was just exmaining the garden, if she was a new maid or what. Though, if she were a new maid, she probably wouldn’t be wearing such clothing… Speaking of, it was pretty different clothing from what Asch was used to seeing around here, or in general. Taking an initiative, Asch moved to the girl, stopping beside her.
He looked at her almost with slight interest, wondering if she’d even noticed him there. She was so interested in what she was doing, it was possible she didn’t. That or she just wasn’t worried about it. “What are you doing in a place like this?” He didn’t exactly want to stand there - not in this place - but his curiosity beat his body and prevented him from leaving.
