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A month after the fight with Morgott.
"Where's my keys? I know I had 'em last night!"
Blaidd Caria—half-wolf with undiagnosed ADHD—scrambled through his Bloodhound Knight-themed sheets frantically. On the bed opposite the panicked wolf sat Wynne Astra, packing his tattered bag for the upcoming road trip. He threw in his beaten-up phone charger, dark forest green and held together by copious amounts of duct tape. His dishwasher gig didn't allow for a bigger budget.
"Blaidd, I can text Mels, Lyra, or—"
"No!" Blaidd cut him off faster than a greatsword through watermelon. "I promised them I'd cover the drive. I don't break promises, Wynne."
He huffed, now digging through his laundry pile. Wynne sighed and shoved his faded Danzig pillow into his bag.
"Shame Radahn couldn't make it. I love the lad, but he shouldn't have stolen that base. Twisted his ankle real bad..." Blaidd mumbled.
Blaidd wasn't blood-related to the Carians, but they treated him as family.
Oh you got me on pins and needles!
Everytime we touch!
You know you got me on pins and needles!
Wynne's eye immediately landed on the phone buried in his Limgrave Leopards blanket and white sheets.
"It's Mel." He grinned to himself, picking up the phone as her contact ringtone continued to play.
Blaidd paused, a mischievous grin creeping across his face. "Awfully platonic song ye got."
Wynne threw one of Torrent's torn-up toys at him. Blaidd yelped.
"Wyn, me, Lyra, and Ranni are at the Redwolf entrance. Please tell me you won't let our sandwiches get cold? Think of our poor, poor bagels..." Melina teased, but Wynne knew by that tone she'd kill him if they kept running against the clock.
Crap.
Wynne scanned the bag of breakfast bagels from the coffee bar—thirty minutes since delivery.
"We'll be there in five, Melina."
Blaidd's ears twitched in horror—he knew that was a flat-out lie.
"That's bullshi—"
A conjured golden hand clamped over his muzzle.
"Promise! Don't listen to that wolf, he's just, uh... missing his socks and shoes!" Wynne shouted as he quickly slipped into his black Vans.
Blaidd growled darkly. The golden hand loosened its grip.
"Mate... I ain't found my keys yet."
Sweat beaded on Wynne's face. "H-have you tried your pockets?"
Blaidd stopped growling—mostly—and barked a warning. His hands dug furiously through his jean pockets, tossing out: a parking ticket, an earbud, a laundromat coupon, and a leftover hot dog.
Was that from the baseball game last night?
Wynne felt nauseous.
Blaidd checked his hoodie pocket, throwing out more garbage and spare runes.
Silence.
Except for a faint jingle.
Wynne's eye focused on Blaidd's hoodie pocket. A golden aura emerged from his now-still posture.
"Blaidd. Blaidd Caria." Wynne's voice was dangerously quiet.
The wolf's growl dissolved into pleading whimpers. "Don't... please? I'll let you borrow my Greatsword!"
"YOU HAD THEM THE WHOLE FUCKING TIME?!"
Unknown to the boys, the call was still on. The girls had started snickering through covered mouths. Lyra was the first to crack, letting out a howling cackle.
"Wynne Terus Astra? If those sandwiches are cold, I'm showing you why they call me a Fire Maiden." Melina's sweet tone was laced with hellfire, and Wynne knew his soul was already on its way there.
A sharp click confirmed the call was over. Blaidd howled with laughter.
"I knew there was a reason Ranni liked you!"
Wynne's eye narrowed before he slumped onto his bed. "I really wish I had the energy to kick your ass, Wolf Man."
As soon as the boys scrambled down the Redwolf dorm's stone steps, the girls surrounded them like starving Deathbirds.
"You're a lucky man." Melina spoke around her breakfast sandwich. Her face was relaxed but unreadable, sending Wynne's mind into a pool of worry.
"Thanks to your mercy, haha..." Wynne's smile was barely held together by nerves. He shuffled, unsure what to do with himself as Lyra, Blaidd, and Ranni got situated. His palms grew sweaty as he met Melina's stoic amber eyes.
"I got y-you— AHEM." Wynne coughed, a lump in his throat. "I got your favorite. With the crispy bacon..."
Melina's amber eyes darted to meet his. The flicker of warmth made his chest tighten while soothing his spiraling thoughts.
HONKKKKKK!
"Oi! Get your grub and let's go already!" Blaidd pressed his palm into the center of his steering wheel, accompanied by his shit-eating grin and wagging tail—plus Wynne's middle finger.
Melina smiled to herself, her eyes lingering on Wynne's scowling face before heading to the car.
The car was a typical third-generation Mustang, faded two-tone blue and gray. The interior was all black, seats covered in clouds of Blaidd's fur. Drumsticks rolled across the floor alongside hot dog wrappers from Grave7. Dangling from the mirror was a car fragrance shaped like Raya Lucaria's baseball mascot. A scruffy pitcher's glove sat on the dashboard, along with a few rubber ducks.
"Lavender?" Ranni asked, sliding into the front passenger seat.
Blaidd practically threw himself into the car, grinning with all his teeth.
"Course! Ye think I'd pick coconut? Bleh, smells like a corporate vacation." He huffed, making his nose wiggle.
Wynne adjusted himself, leaning back into the leather. He laid his arm across the top of the seats, not noticing Melina leaning closer. She placed herself in the middle—Lyra had claimed the window, saying Melina had her own personal pillow.
Amber collided with dark green. Melina shuffled back. Wynne hesitated, then retracted his arm, guilt washing over him.
Luckily, the car starting up pulled them from the awkward moment.
"Alright! Car rules before we head off, yeah? One: One person DJs for an hour at a time!" Blaidd tossed a war-torn aux cord at Lyra without warning.
The Glintstone sorcerer caught it with sharp reflexes, grinning like a fox. "The first hour is mine! Hope ye like my country playlist!"
"ABSOLUTELY NOT!" everyone protested in unison.
Lyra cackled, falling back into her seat.
"Next time you're banned from DJ privileges for even suggesting that," Blaidd barked. "Next rule: Don't move any of my stuff—even unopened food. It serves a purpose. And last of all, if I go down—" He turned dramatically to Ranni, grabbing one of her hands. "I'm giving my car to Ranni."
The snow witch blinked in shock, trying to retract her hand. "Blaidd, we're just traveling to the mall, not goin' to war!"
She summoned Glintstone Phalanx blades the size of peas, sending them into Blaidd's hand.
"Ouch!" He winced, folding his ears.
Melina looked at Wynne with amusement. "Rule four: no attacking the driver."
Wynne barely contained a snort. "More like we shouldn't condone animal abuse. Especially of our wolf chauffeur."
"Donate seven runes now to stop Blaidd Abuse," Lyra said in a mock-serious voice.
Everyone—except Blaidd—burst into laughter.
He folded his ears back, pouting. "You're all bullies! Classic A-1 haters!" But there was no malice in his tone.
Everyone settled as the Mustang peeled away from the security gate. Head Security Chief Iji gave a slight tilt of his Raya Lucaria Security cap through the booth window. With a press of a button, the deep blue seal vanished, and the Mustang charged down the road.
The first song came in funky and vibrant:
It gets so lonely out here
In this big old mansion
In these hills cooped up, boy,
So won't you take me dancing?
Maybe too exciting for morning—but the car crew disagreed.
Wynne's fingers danced to the beat against his jeans, stealing a glance at Melina. Her loose black Converse swung in sync with the groove, her head bobbing gently with a tiny smile.
It was too cute, too much for his heart.
Just like how Ranni's singing made Lyra's heart swell.
"Aye, pretty voice to match pretty eyes..." Lyra said with a breathy drawl, her grin widening.
"Lyra! Don't tell me you're bewitched!" Blaidd glanced briefly at her.
"Haud yer wheesht!" Lyra's accent thickened despite her ears turning pink.
Ranni caught the compliment, her heart pounding harder.
That damn red-haired woman with her stupid charm—
Her eyes widened.
Oh. Oh. OH NO.
"I'm just like Mum..." she whispered, her top hands going to her head in shock.
Damn it, she was falling for a redhead, just like her mum and aunt. Guess she really was a true Carian now.
Lyra coughed awkwardly, her cocky demeanor wobbling as the song faded.
"Oh shit, I love this one!" Blaidd's hand found the chipped radio knob, turning it way too loud.
I've been a nasty girl
I've been a nasty girl
"Is somebody gonna match my freak?" Blaidd howled, swerving the car to the beat.
"BLAIDD, WATCH IT!" Ranni clutched her purse like a lifeline.
Wynne's forehead beaded with sweat, his stomach twisting with each swerve. Melina gave him a wide-eyed look. He nodded.
'We're doomed.'
'Oh, I know.'
It was said between amber and green eyes.
As they passed through the Layskar Tunnel, Wynne's eye grew heavy. Lyra read on her phone. Blaidd sang or chatted with Ranni. Melina scrolled through fashion hauls and guitar videos.
She glanced up when her shoulder suddenly became twenty pounds heavier.
"Wynne?" she whispered, not wanting to draw attention.
She blushed, her heart pounding. Wynne had fallen asleep leaning into her.
This was trouble—not only was she stuck with a human sandbag, but she found him adorable. His hair fell across his face, his breathing soft and peaceful. His arms were slumped across his chest, one earbud dangling from his jacket. Wynne was a mess—but something was so stupidly cute to Melina.
In this moment, she let herself smile. Fully. Not her customer-service smile from Grafted Groceries. Not her picture smile.
A loving smile for someone deserving of her joy.
Then Wynne shifted slightly in his sleep. His phone buzzed.
Melina raised an eyebrow before realization hit.
But I'd bet we have really good bed chem
How you pick me up, pull 'em on down
Turn me 'round just makes sense
Her phone was still connected to the aux cord.
"MELINA, IS THAT BED CHEM FOR WYNNE?!"
Blaidd cackled, swerving hard.
"BLAIDD!!!" Ranni grabbed the wheel, centering them.
Lyra slapped the driver's seat, cackling.
"BLAIDD, IF YE SWERVE ONE MORE TIME, I'M DRIVIN'!"
Come ride on me
I mean camaraderie
Melina's face turned blazing red. She reached for the aux cord. Lyra, swift as ever, tugged the phone away.
"You really down bad, huh, lass?" Lyra grinned.
"I'm bloody burning everyone ALIVE in this car!" Flames crept up Melina's palms. Her accent thickened with embarrassment.
"Oddly sweet, though I'd change it after the car ride," Ranni teased, winking before returning to her phone.
Lyra handed Melina her phone back. "So... when's the wedding? Love to brush out the old suit and tie!"
"I hate all of you. I'm dropping out and moving to Caelid..." Melina growled, but there was no bite—except for her cheeks.
"Nooooo you're notttttt! You loveeeeee us!" Blaidd chimed, snickering.
Throughout the chaos, Wynne remained peaceful. Quiet and still, except for a small curl of his lips.
But Melina's restraint against murdering her so-called friends was the urgent matter, not the tiny smile Wynne held.
Butterflies pooling in her stomach, Melina slipped back into her seat, setting her free hand near Wynne after disconnecting her phone.
Then she felt a small touch against her pinky finger.
Wynne's finger curled around hers—and she melted.
Her breathing hitched. Gods, damn it, why? Why did he have to be so annoying? Invading her heart felt like treason.
That sentiment only increased when her amber eyes caught the tiny smirk on his face.
Oh, you fucking asshole.
She let out an amused sigh and gave up all restraint. Her fingers squeezed his, aware her best friend had been awake the whole time. Two could play that game. She leaned into his side, resting her head on his broad shoulder. She carefully closed her eyes, wondering if he'd suddenly "wake up."
Oh, how wrong she was.
The only response she got? His arm around her waist.
She felt... safe. Protected by his presence, as if he were a sanctuary for her heart.
But why should she feel this way? They were just best friends. This could just be Wynne being playful. It wasn't like they hadn't hugged before or been this close.
For the time being, both of them succumbed to sleep as the Mustang passed through the Limgrave Turnpike.
Twenty minutes until they'd reach Weeping Peninsula Mall—but first, a rest stop. Blaidd insisted on "getting a taste of Limgrave."
"After you, Ranni." Lyra opened the door, bowing slightly.
"Oh please, Lyra. I'm flattered." Ranni rolled her eyes with playful sarcasm.
Lyra laughed softly, adjusting the buttons on her Wrangler flannel. Once out of the car, the three of them walked through the rest stop.
The Southern Limgrave rest stop was massive—several chain restaurants expanded throughout the building. The walls displayed various mosaics of popular Limgrave tourist spots, like Stormhill Park, home of multi-billionaire entrepreneur Godrick.
Families dragged along with complaining kids. Couples gathered at benches to charge phones. Pop music echoed from speakers older than most people inside.
"Shite, they got everything!" Blaidd's tail wagged at impossible speeds.
"Try not to spend your runes all in one place," Lyra teased, fishing for her wallet.
Too late—Blaidd had already run off to McGoldricks.
Lyra laughed. Ranni shook her head at her best friend's food-driven ambition.
"Well then. Shall we go together?" Ranni shifted her purse strap.
"Say less, Ran." Lyra slid her hands into her pockets, walking alongside her.
"Yer mum ever mention the Morgott situation?" Lyra asked, popping fries into her mouth that she got ten minutes ago.
"He's suspended for two months. Pending the board's final decision." Ranni's spectral face narrowed while her doll face worked her jaw. "Mum tried pleading for harsher punishment. Even Godfrey pleaded for more than a slap on the wrist."
Lyra's eyes snapped up. "What?! That's bullshite!"
Her grip tightened around her fry box.
"I know. The Cuckoo Board is outdated. So are their members," Ranni scoffed, folding her top arms.
"Outdated? They're a bunch of geezers! Too daft to realize they let a student get away with fucking murder!" Lyra's accent was red-hot. The poor fry box crumpled between her signet rings. She took a breath, her lips curling as she met Ranni's eyes. "Sorry, dear. Got heated. I haven't known Wynne long, but... he's got a good heart. Feel it in my bones."
Ranni's smile was brief as she relaxed her hands. "Ye care a lot. That's nothing to apologize for, dear."
Lyra's ears went red, laughing quietly.
"Maybe too much. Can't help it. Especially when rich kids get away with attempted murder."
Ranni chuckled grimly. She reached into her purse, pulling out her glasses. They were wide and rimless, with a tiny crescent moon painted on the side.
Lyra's heart skipped. Her hands went still in her pockets.
"Lyra, ye're staring at me."
"Sorry, just... the glasses look cute on ye. I mean it."
"Hmm, glad to know my partial blindness is adorable to you."
Both women laughed, something warmer passing between them.
They found their wolven friend. Blaidd turned around with bags aplenty.
"By the moon, how much did ye spend?! Mum's gonna lose her mind..." Ranni pinched the bridge of her nose while Lyra tried to keep a straight face.
"Oh, relax! Not all of this is for me! Radahn's gotta eat too."
"It's Sunday Roast. Ye know, the day Mum slaves away making that Warhawk roast."
Blaidd slowly lowered his burger mid-bite, trying to remember.
"Shite."
"Ran, ye haven't had anything to eat yet, have ye?" Lyra interjected, winking at Blaidd. "Here, let me grab us—"
"No, no. I can take care of the bill. Let's get in line before it gets crowded." Ranni kept her face neutral, but her spectral expression was more inviting.
Lyra grinned and followed her future princess.
Blaidd smiled between them. He knew Ranni deserved a fresh start after Wynne.
Wynne was a good friend. But a terrible communicator. At least from what Blaidd had seen—what Ranni said versus how he saw Wynne with Melina.
Wrong time, wrong people.
His thoughts popped when a hooded figure ran into him and scrambled through the food court. Blaidd watched them bump and push people out of the way.
Odd. I'll keep watching that lad.
The two ladies decided on Cinnabon, where a lanky man with white hair scrolled on his phone.
"Shi—hi, what may I get for you?" He stood, forcing a smile. His crooked name tag read "Gostoc."
"I'd like one sixteen-ounce Strawberry and Cream Chillata and an order of the BonBites." Ranni glanced at Lyra, who was grinning like she'd won the lottery.
"And I'll have one of them lemonades. Large. Got a sweet tooth." Lyra brushed back her hair with a cheeky grin.
Gostoc grumbled something about Godrick and overtime as he punched the order into the kiosk. "Your total is 18 runes."
Ranni reached into her purse, fingers searching.
Phone. Lipstick. And...
"Oh no."
Lyra immediately looked up, shoving her phone back into her pocket. "Ran? Talk to me. What's wrong?"
Ranni checked her pockets. Nothing.
"My wallet... the p-photo with..." Her eyes filled with unshed tears. "The last photo with my dad I have."
Lyra placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Ranni, look at me, luvie. We're gonna get it back. No matter what. I'll make sure of it."
Lyra gave her a gentle smile—not the cocky one she wore after flirting. Her eyes scanned the area, spotting a hooded figure.
"Can ye call Blaidd? See if he spotted anyone suspicious?"
Ranni was already fishing for her phone, calling as fast as her fingers allowed.
"Oi, what's up, Rann—"
"Blaidd, have ye seen anyone strange walking by? They... they took my wallet." Ranni's throat tightened, trying to keep tears back.
"Fuck. Yeah, I remember a hooded lad bumped into me, in a rush. Want me to—"
Lyra gently took the phone, keeping her eyes on the suspect. "I got it. You keep this bonnie lass company, yeah? She's at the Cinnabon."
Lyra pressed twenty runes into Ranni's palm. As her fingers clutched the money, Lyra pressed a kiss to her knuckles before taking off in a dead sprint.
Lyra threw herself over benches, using every second to her advantage. The thief was almost in sight, and Lyra slipped on her casting ring.
"OI, LAD! IF YE WANNA CUT THIS SHORT, YE CAN HOLD YER PACE!"
Violent sparks flickered across her hands.
The thief scrambled over a nearby table, eyes landing on the security station.
Big mistake—Lyra used gravity magic to pull him right into her arms.
Families made way for the tumbling duo. Lyra coughed hard, sprawled on top of the hooded man. She didn't waste a moment, casting a Glintstone seal on his wrists. The magic took the form of cuffs locking the thief in place.
She pushed off the ground and stood. "Men always wanna be stubborn as fuck." Lyra dusted off her shirt, waving over a nearby Limgrave Royal Officer.
"Caught this daft lad stealing wallets. Shame—might've been better stealing hearts." She mocked him as she glanced at his face.
A wallet with a Carian crest and a crescent-themed chain lay a few feet from his dirty sneakers.
Bingo!
Lyra swiped up the wallet and spun to the officer. "Belongs to my girl—oh, shite—"
Her fingers caught a photo that slipped out. Her cheeks flushed.
"Fucking... who's this?"
She held it closer, studying two unfamiliar figures. The photo showed a tall, older man with striking red hair and lively golden eyes. The girl beside him had the exact same genes—that same distinguishable bright, flaming hair.
Ranni... fuck, that's...
Ranni wasn't blue. Her eyes were so bright. Like nothing could ever dim them.
Lyra's heart cracked at the thought.
She slipped the photo back into the wallet. She wasn't going to question Ranni about it.
Not when she'd just started warming up again.
"Oi, what ye sittin' around like that for? We ain't at a funeral!"
Ranni uncovered her face, wiping tears as Lyra slid into the booth she and Blaidd had taken.
Blaidd's grin was wide as the ocean, his tail in a frenzy.
"Knew ya had it in ya!" He gave Lyra a firm shoulder clasp as she slid the wallet back to Ranni.
The snow witch remained quiet, holding the wallet like it was the universe.
Lyra offered a nod, her smile shy. "Aye. Nobody's gonna ruin this for us. Not for ye—" She pointed her lemonade at Blaidd. "And not for ye. Especially..." Her tone softened as she glanced at Ranni.
Ranni's doll face kept that controlled expression, but her spectral face? That gentle-hearted girl lived on, with a bright smile and flushed cheeks.
That sealed the crack in Lyra's heart.
"Lyra, can ye pass me my BonBites—" Blaidd stretched across, snagging a napkin for his sugar-glazed snout.
Well, there goes the moment!
Lyra laughed softly, catching giggles from the snow witch.
"And Lyra tackled the guy! Mid-air!" Blaidd exclaimed, rustling his shopping bags as he caught Melina and Wynne up.
"Ye're making me sound like Batman!" Lyra cackled.
Wynne snorted. "Alright, then who's Robin?"
"I can see Blaidd being Nightwing," Melina mumbled around her smoothie straw.
"Which makes sense, 'cause a Catwoman is always on the prowl for me~" Lyra wiggled her eyebrows at Ranni, who rolled her eyes despite her flush.
"Wait, you read Batman?" Melina raised an eyebrow, offering Wynne a sip of her smoothie.
"Oh, luv, I'm a cultured woman."
"She means nerd," Ranni bit back, no malice in her voice.
"Ha! Ye love it. Oh, just wait—I can speak Spanish too!" Lyra conjured a Glintstone rose between her lips.
Wynne choked on the straw. Melina held in her laughter. Ranni froze, covering her very blue face.
Blaidd howled with laughter as Lyra extended her hand.
"Para ti, mi princesa de luna."
"LYRA, WE ARE IN PUBLIC—" Ranni's voice spiked an octave. She squeaked, screaming into her hat.
Melina's laugh filled the walkway. Wynne continued hacking on that damn straw. He spat it out—launching it into some poor child's eye.
The group gasped. Wynne rushed over to immediately rectify the mistake. This only fueled more laughter when he returned, red-faced.
Blaidd wiped tears from his eyes. "Best fucking day ever..."
It was 4 PM. Blaidd's Mustang was snug against the curb before Groveside Dorms. Ranni was helped out by Lyra, followed by Wynne plugging his earbuds back in after hugging Melina goodbye.
"Be safe, you guys! Don't let Blaidd get his license taken away!" Melina held her Hot Topic bag close, waving at the boys.
Wynne gave a thumbs-up through the window before giving in to sleep. Blaidd howled softly as he drove off, waving back before the Mustang faded in the distance.
Melina's heart ached, watching Wynne drift off into his Danzig pillow. Mostly because she wanted just a minute more with him.
Just a minute.
"Oi, Ran, where's yer stuff?" Lyra asked, twirling her Chevelle keys.
"Blaidd's going to drop it off at home once Wynne's tucked in." Ranni ran her hand through her purse anyway.
Student ID. Wallet. Lipstick. Keys.
She sighed softly, smiling to herself.
"Always good to double-check, aye." Lyra grabbed a cigar from her pocket—magic-infused. Tobacco Dew-Kissed Herba leaf, apparently adding mellow flavor.
"Well, I'll be off after my smoke. Ye keep yerselves safe. And Ranni—text me. Please." Lyra's eyes held warmth for Ranni alone.
Melina bumped Ranni's shoulder, grinning.
"Melina, shut up!" Ranni cursed softly.
Lyra chuckled around her cigar.
"What? Indulge the poor woman, princesa."
"MELINA. ERDEN."
[11 PM - Groveside Dorm B-16]
"Ranni, I'm heading to bed. Don't blow up the microwave again. Also..." Melina folded her arms, watching Ranni snatch her phone off the charger. "Nevermind. You already got the damn phone."
She grabbed her earbuds before laying down, pulling up a Motionless in White throw blanket.
Ranni mimicked her words as she scrambled to clean up her streaming setup for the night. She was too keyed up, her gut pooling with butterflies at the thought of her crush. She'd wanted to do a surprise Overwatch stream tonight, but that could wait until tomorrow.
Crush. Feels... odd. Refreshing? Maybe just... new.
The snow witch paused her fidgeting, her eyes going back to her phone.
Screw it.
Lyra from Uni
[Text] [Call] [Contact Info]
[Image: A selfie from the mall—Lyra wearing a Batman mask, Ranni sticking her tongue out]
[Edit contact name?]
[Dear Lyra]
Feck. Too tacky.
[Lyra Luv]
No! That's just... corny.
[Lyra 💓]
Me: Hey, are you awake?
Lyra 💓: yea, feeding my cats treats lol
Lyra 💓: oh BTW, hope I didn't make u uncomfortable with the jokes
Lyra 💓: u can always tell me to stop
Ranni felt her face glow. The care Lyra had for her was touching—and she couldn't help but crave the sweetness more.
Me: no no
Me: listen, I just get... shy
Me: nervous, I
Me: kinda been a while
Lyra 💓: yer not gonna believe me but
Lyra 💓: it's the same for me
Me: oh?
Lyra 💓: hahaha I'm not the player ye think I am
Lyra 💓: I just... ye remind me to take my time. No need to rush...
Me: flattering
Lyra 💓: OKAY LISTEN 💀
Ranni snickered silently. She had to be a little hard to get.
Lyra 💓: it's not about lust
Lyra 💓: I'd like to know ye.
Lyra 💓: and... I'm not used to taking my time
Lyra 💓: I get scared to lose
Lyra 💓: 'cause I've lost too much already
That made Ranni's smile fall. The words sneaked into her chest. That feeling—she'd been best friends with it for too long.
Me: ye know
Me: I thought most midnight conversations wouldn't be so introspective.
Me: I've been there before. too many times
Me: my dad, he felt like my only grounding support
Me: and when he was gone... it felt like the point was too
Lyra 💓: exactly
Lyra 💓: but... the small moments make up for it.
Lyra 💓: like
Lyra 💓: didn't think you'd like my Spanish so much, mami
Ranni bit her lip. Damn that stupid Lyra. She might need a fan with how hot her face kept getting.
Me: SHUT UP
Lyra 💓: AHAHAHAHA AWAY
Lyra 💓: that's a cracker
Me: so
Me: ye got cats?
Lyra 💓: two. Eko and Iko.
Lyra 💓: keeps me company, live at my old family manor
Lyra 💓: ye should swing by sometime, luv.
Me: I'd like that :)))) x
Lyra 💓: Good x
Lyra 💓: it's late, luv, I'm gonna lay down
Lyra 💓: don't miss me too much, princess xxxxx
Ranni placed her phone in the shared cubby between her bed and Melina's. She put her glasses down as well, glancing over at her roommate.
Melina was listening to something heavy, but her face was flushed.
Probably Wynne again.
Both girls were so far gone but it didn't take away from today.
To the Dark Moon…I hope we can keep doing this for a long time.
Today was a great day.