"Yes, her! I think the only time she's shown me any sort of feeling other than like, pure hatred was one night when I was drunk. It was kind of sweet, I was crying so hard that she just let me sleep in her bed and comforted me." Priscilla spoke with a genuine hint of affection for the woman amongst the hatred she felt. Maybe Catalina did sort of like her, but of course she couldn't be friends with someone like Priscilla. As the year had went on, Catalina had grown considerably more friendly, even if she still was a complete bitch. But that night, she was almost certain that Catalina had cuddled her while she slept. Fond memories of the woman were few and far in between, but they were still there.

Priscilla had few friends that were western riders, meaning she didn't see them all that often. Kadie Swan, her absolute bestest friend did cutting and reining with her. Since the university was definitely more English based, they combined some of the western disciplines. But that didn't change the amount of people to one. In cutting and reining, it was her, Kadie, Aiden Wolf, Aaron Smith, and Weston McFarlane. They were all older than her. Prisiclla was almost certain that Weston had some sort of thing for her. He was the biggest cowboy you could ever meet. Maybe it was something about her southern origins and that stupid little drawl of hers that really got him going. Weston was very sweet on her, but he put on a hardass attitude to most others.

Priscilla had mixed feelings. At one point in time, she thought about pursuing him. The two were still good friends to this day, despite all that had happened last year. Not quite drama, but it was still something she didn't like to think much about. Never once did she let Weston get what he wanted from her, which she wasn't sure if it was a genuine relationship or casual hookups. Either way, she just didn't let him. And then an idea struck her. Instead of staying in her dorm for the rest of the night, why didn't she go hangout with him? She knew he would likely be at a party, but he would drop anything for her. Priscilla wouldn't mind having only a few drinks or just catching up with him.

She absolutely was not able to sit still in the slightest. Her feet were swinging slightly, her hands made random gestures as she talked or were focused on doing something else. Her gaze was always shifting around the room, or examining Eden. Priscilla gazed down at her lap, where of course, that stuffed cat remained. She reached one hand down to give it a few strokes, enjoying the feel of the soft fur on her fingertips. In the most gentle way, she slowly picked it up and turned to place it back with the others along the wall. Turning back around, she immediately took note of the way Eden seemed almost zoned out while looking at her.

And for the oddest reason, it made her feel horribly self conscious. Priscilla normally wasn't insecure about her appearance as a whole, mostly her teeth and some other things. But now? She felt like immediately hiding away and getting out of Eden's view. She looked away, finding herself reaching over to her arm and gently running her nails up and down. Some sort of self soothing method. "Yeah? I promise, it works like magic." Priscilla chuckled, her nails now tracing soft shapes on her skin. A star, a heart, and a cross. The sharp tips of her nails left little white lines in their wake, but none would turn into red marks because she wasn't using much pressure.

Her legs continued to swing, casting small shadows onto the floor. Priscilla let her gaze dart from Eden to the window, leaning forwards slightly more to check how the sunset was progressing. No pretty array of colors in the sky yet, only the copious amount of golden sunlight. "My ring?" Priscilla gazed down to the sapphire stone on her ring, and then lifted her hand from her arm. She turned the back of her hand out and extended it towards Eden, allowing her a closer look at the ring. Not up close and personal, but a little more. "Thank you. I got it, and a necklace as a gift from my grandmother." She smiled, reaching that extended hand up to her neck to gently hold the pendant of the necklace between her index finger and her thumb.

The color was a violet starbrite sapphire, and in certain lights appeared to be a light lilac color or a darker blue. In a way, it was not very far off from her eyes, which were a constellation of blues. The main shade was a darker sort of color, but the shades of lighter blue overall made them brighter. She liked to stare in the mirror and pick out every little color of her own eyes sometimes. "Oh, so that one is your horse?" Her eyes widened a little, recalling the huge horse that left her stunned. "How do you.. even.." Priscilla gave a little laugh, crossing her feet at the ankles as she swung them. "That horse is a beast. I passed by him this morning and wondered how you could even get on him." Priscilla admitted, cracking something of a genuine smile.

"Oh yeah, she definitely is. I have some horror stories about that mare. Won't take anyone but me, she suddenly becomes a bucking bronc the second anyone else even sits on her." Priscilla shook her head, her tone one of pure amusement. She wasn't too sure why Clementine was like that, not wanting to take any other rider. But it made her feel almost a sense of pride knowing she was good enough to be accepted by the horse, since she once was most definitely not accepted. At the mention of Eden's class, her brow raised. What was she majoring in?

"Me? Chemistry. It kicked my ass last year, I went back to the dorm crying every day." Priscilla spoke in a half amused tone and half serious. She was fully serious, and made the choice to be a little vulnerable and admit her struggles and feelings to Eden. "It was a struggle to pick between that and psychology. What do you do?" She asked in a curious manner, noting the way Eden seemed to lean in, putting them even closer. She wanted to lean out and touch her, to run her nails softly and gently along her cheek. To look into those eyes of her and count the flecks of yellow.

It wasn't necessarily thought in any sort of odd manner. Priscilla was just curious about the woman that she had been fighting for so long. She wanted to explore her, to learn her interests and get aquainted with the small features that someone wouldn't normally notice. Not in a romantic way, but Priscilla found that learning these things about people made her connect with them more. She was amazed at how calm things were going, and for the first time, she noticed that the awkward tension in the air was almost gone. It was like the tension had just melted away and gave way to a sort of calmness.

Maybe the two had a way of calming each other down. Maybe they could be each others worst nightmare or a dream come true for each other. But Priscilla doubted she would get the chance to learn if that second part was true or not. Eden was like this fascinating enigma to her. One waiting to be explored and then admired. It was a weird way of thinking, considering the fact she knew she would have to go to great lengths to be able to fully undo the feelings between them. And maybe on her end they would be fully gone, but she wasn't sure about Eden. Priscilla didn't hold grudges, and she wasn't sure if Eden did or not.

Her lips parted softly in thought before she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, gently biting down with her canines. They were definitely intimidating for people, especially lovers. Who wanted those sharp fang-like teeth anywhere near their lips, or even their neck? Not many people did. Priscila gently gnawed at the skin on her lips before she realized what she was doing. It was a bad habit and she needed to stop. She released her bottom lip, running her tongue over it to taste if there was any blood.

There wasn't any, thankfully. Priscilla took a breath in, leaning a little bit more forwards subconsciously. And as she did so, she could smell the subtle scent of Eden fill her nostrils. That citrusy scent.. and was that mint? Before she could even stop and think about it, she blurted out something that made her feel horribly embarrassed. "You smell really good. Is it a perfume you use? Or do you just naturally smell good?" Her hand immediately went to the bridge of her freckled nose, giving it a small pinch out of frustration. She really needed to stop talking without thinking first. What if she just weirded Eden out by saying that?

(mostly it's the fact i haven't had a good rp in the while so i'm very eager to get responses out and continue. lol once im burnt out it'll definitely take a good while for responses to come out. also hehe i just have a lot of experience writing wise so its easier for me to get longer lengths out)

"Trust me, I know. And she always had that damn boyfriend of hers around. The times they thought I was asleep.." Priscilla visibly cringed, her nose scrunching up in pure disgust as she shook her head to try and clear her mind of the memory. All those nights of laying silently in disgust and fear trying to pretend like she's asleep. Nothing traumatized her more than that. Priscilla was ever moving, unable to stop and sit still. The way she constantly shifted, moved her hips forwards or back and swung her feet. She just couldn't help it, she didn't like to sit still. On horses, it was the same way. Shifting around in the saddle, constantly pulling her feet from the stirrups and slipping them back in.

Her gaze was focused down on her legs, tracing down a scar on the backside of her calf. It was raised up, a sort of purple in color, as it hadn't even been a year since it happened yet. Priscilla remembered it all too well. It was her most visible scar, so long as she was wearing shorts. You could tell how deep it had been and that she definitely needed stitches, even if she didn't get them. While cleaning out her dorm last year, she had unknowingly thrown away a pair of broken scissors. Too invested in the music to really pay attention to what she was putting in that trash bag. And when she went to pick it up, the bag slammed into her leg... and she let out a noise she never knew she was able to make. Something akin to pure terror and pain.

When she was showing her jewelry, she watched as Eden shifted to the edge of her own bed and leaned forwards. And as Eden reached out for her necklace, she felt her entire body freeze up. Her breath caught in her throat, feeling the way Eden's fingers brushed against her throat. Her skin prickled at the areas where Eden touched, giving an odd feeling of warmth that spread throughout. She definitely hadn't been expecting Eden to reach out and take the pendant between her fingers. Since Eden was a leaned forwards and a little down, Priscilla had a view of her from above. It was.. odd, to be able to see the top view of someone.

Priscilla gazed down at Eden, their bodies too close for her liking. Or, maybe she did like it? She could see every little detail of her face up close and personal. Every little detail of her soft blonde hair, making her want to reach out and take a few strands between her fingers. As Eden let go of the necklace and leaned away again, she let out the breath she was holding. Both very relieved and very disappointed. On one hand, given her touchy nature and how much she enjoyed the touches, this wasn't a friend of hers. But she couldn't shake the way she kept wanting to reach out and touch Eden, to feel her soft skin to see if it was really as soft as it looked. Her fingertips twitched slightly as she brought back her urges.

What had gotten into her? This was a weird new side of her that she didn't like in the slightest. Priscilla hadn't even realized Eden was talking until she heard that little chuckle. "Maybe it's just my own height that made him look so much bigger." She shrugged, but her mind was still solely on the way Eden's soft fingertips felt against her throat. She brought one hand up to her own throat, gently running her fingers across the skin in hopes of calming her mind. It definitely didn't work. "I wouldn't mind. It can be.. quite a show, depending on how kind she wants to be that day." Priscilla gave a little smile and shook her head. That damn horse.

"I did. I actually wanted a horse the complete opposite of her. But.. I saw her as a foal and fell in love. And never again will I make that mistake." The amount of nights spent crying and banging her head against the barn wall were far too many. She should've known better, but she was young and naive. Priscilla was only 16 when she bought Clementine, after all. Taking note of Eden's little wince as chemistry was mentioned, she couldn't help the curious smile that crossed her face. "I get you. I didn't.. well, I did but I also didn't want anything to do with chemistry. I wanted to be an equine vet." She nodded her head as Eden spoke, understanding the struggle.

Her embarrassment was still very much prominent after her little comment about Eden smelling good. Her cheeks a little flushed, avoiding looking at Eden completely. "Yeah? I'd say it works a little too well." Priscilla flickered her gaze back up to Eden, her bout of embarrassment fading away. The look she was giving Eden was a little sultry- and that dark, cat-like eyeliner certainly wasn't helping. It wasn't intentional.. or was it? No matter who she was talking to, her flirty nature would break free eventually. She just couldn't help it. She had to find some way to redeem herself after being embarrassed like that, even if it meant embarrassing Eden or getting her flustered. She knew how to, given the years they spent learning how to piss each other off.

But this was a new leaf they were turning over. Which meant that Priscilla definitely shouldn't be trying to do anything like that. Her sultry look faded away into something friendly again, almost just as fast as it had appeared. Priscilla shifted a little more, deciding the position she was in was growing uncomfortable. She moved herself so that she was laying on the bed, on her side facing Eden. Her legs were curled slightly at the knees, her hand was propping her head up. Her other hand moved to her shorts, pulling them down a little as she felt them ride up a little.

(you're all good, don't worry!! i hope you enjoy your vacation <33)

Priscilla's gaze flickered over to the window, noticing how the sky was a burst of oranges, yellows, and hints of pink. It was a rather stunning sight, but the only thing going through her mind was Eden. How long had they been talking now? They'd practically spent the whole day talking, and it didn't even feel like 10 minutes. It was better if she showered and turned in for the night before she kept Eden up all night talking. She'd wait for one of their long pauses of silence to take the chance to go. Her nails lightly drug up and down her skin, feeling the smoothness and softness of it. She took good care of herself, always making sure she had only minor flaws. Keeping her skin soft was just one step of many in her daily routine.

Of course, since she was back at the university, she'd have to start cutting it down. Hour long showers were not an option here even if they had their own bathroom. It was shared, and Eden needed to use it to. Priscilla couldn't hog it the way she did at home. Her gaze was focused solely on the window, watching as one side of the sky displayed an array of pastels and the other was fading into a deep blue. The stars would be out soon. If there was one thing she loved about the change of seasons, particularly summer to winter, it was the stars. They were always the brightest in the winter.

Priscilla loved winter, she loved snow. But growing up in Georgia, she didn't really get to experience it. One time, her family took a trip up north one winter just so they could all experience snowfall. It was one of her fondest moments, throwing rock-hard snowballs at her siblings. Priscilla was the oldest of four, so of course they all teamed up to beat her. But did they? Absolutely not. Aside from riding horses, she played softball for a long time. They didn't stand a chance against a softball pitcher.

Her nails dragged up and down her thigh, applying small amounts of pressure on specific points. Often times she wished she could give herself massages the way she could for other people. With the way anyone reacted, she knew they must feel incredible. But nobody ever necessarily offered, and she wouldn't go see a professional masseuse. It just wasn't for her, she needed someone trusted to do it. Her gaze had drifted back to Eden, subconsciously eyeing her up and down. Letting her gaze take from head to toe. Not in a judgmental manner, but rather admiring. She couldn't help it. In her opinion, even if she didn't want to admit it, Eden was a pretty girl. Too pretty for a 'straight' girl like Priscilla to be looking at.

It was almost second nature for her to check people out in the most obvious way, but she mostly did it to men and the occasional woman. It drove men crazy, she wasn't sure about the effect on women. Priscilla could easily see the effect her sultry gaze had on Eden. The way her cheeks turned a little redder, the look in her eyes. It brought lazy smirk to Priscilla's lips as she admired the view. Maybe she could let herself mess with Eden.. just this once. Just like old times. She pulled her bottom lip between her sharp teeth, fighting back all sorts of flirty comments and looks.

She watched as Eden used her hands to smooth down her forearms, then shifted her gaze back to her face. Priscilla still had that glint in her eyes, subtle, but it was there. "Of course. Well, I think I'm gonna go have a shower. Unless you want one first?" Priscilla offered her a smile as she slowly began to sit up. She sat up straight on the bed before she moved to swing her legs over the edge of the bed, not waiting for an answer. She'd just gather her things for now so she wouldn't have to do it later. Usually she didn't like to shower after people, but she wouldn't mind to see if Eden's soaps smelled similar to her perfume. Priscilla matched her soaps to her perfume, so maybe Eden did the same.

She moved to the very edge of the bed, moving to gently get off of it. Once off, it was then she realized something. Eden would be seeing her bare faced, in pajamas, with wet hair. She wasn't so keen on Eden seeing her in that state, but she wasn't going to sleep in makeup and her dressy clothes. Priscilla brushed it off and approached the small dresser provided on her side of the room, rummaging through it for a moment. Pulling out some pajama shorts and some random comfortable shirt. She made sure to quickly tuck her undergarments between the shirt and shorts, making sure they were hidden from Eden's view.

The last thing she wanted was for Eden to see those. She'd already made up her mind to not be flirty, to spare Eden from that. And that included not flashing such things to her. Priscilla had already put her things in the bathroom, her array of vanilla or floral scented soaps. Mostly vanilla, since she liked to layer her things to get her desired smell. A little bit of strong floral perfume, and some sort of musky vanilla was all she needed. Approaching her bed again, she turned her back to Eden as she set her clothes down onto the bed, now tasked with finding her phone.

It was just next to her on the bed. Where could it have possibly gone whenever she moved? Priscilla was always losing the damn thing and could never find it. One time, she'd put her phone in the fridge instead of the milk, and the milk on her nightstand. That was a very confusing thing to see, especially when she didn't even remember taking the milk out of the fridge. With an annoyed sigh, she peeled back her covers again, rummaging through them until she felt the phone.

She felt it, but where was it? A little more rummaging and some annoyed grumbles, and she managed to pull it out after being tangled in all of her blankets. How in the hell did she even manage to get it there?

(you're all good! i didn't see any :) )

Once she managed to find her phone, she was off to the shared bathroom without another word. Priscilla shut the door quietly, leaning her back against it with. heavy exhale. One of her hands went to her hair, her nails digging softly into her scalp as she gazed down. Her clothes were tucked under her arm. She had a feeling that no matter how hard she tried to better things, they would never quite become friends. And that was okay with her. She just didn't want them both to continually harbor those ill feelings they had towards each other. After a moment, she regathered herself and pushed herself off the door, moving to place her clothes down onto the sink counter. Her phone was among them, nestled carefully on top of the shorts she chose.

A thought crossed her mind. Should she play music? Normally this thought wouldn't have even crossed her mind, as it was almost a foreign concept to not play music in the shower at this point. Would it make things more or less awkward? Priscilla unlocked her phone, pulling up her music app. She'd rather not have Eden hear the entirety of her shower, given how thin the walls were in the dorms. She settled on a random playlist, consisting of a few different bands and artists that she thoroughly enjoyed. She hit shuffle and placed the phone back down on the counter before starting up the shower.

The song that played first was not the one she had been expecting, and it caused her to pause for a moment. Honeymoon by Lana Del Rey was definitely among her favorite songs, but she wasn't quite sure if the song was.. appropriate for Eden to be hearing. A romantic song like that wasn't the best option here, but oh well. Prisiclla shrugged it off before she made a neat pile of her clothes, placing the worn ones on the other side of the sink from the clean ones. As she stepped into the shower, she was oddly quiet with her actions. The song filling her ears was definitely calming her nerves a fair bit, allowing her mind to finally have a break from all the thoughts of Eden.

As soon as she stepped into the shower, though, she was hit with a wave of harsh nausea and light-headedness. It forced her to sit down on the small shower bench, her head in her hands. Of course. The only thing she'd eaten was some little breakfast from a random gas station very early in the morning. Her entire world was spinning as she became dizzy, and she wondered if she'd have to shower sitting down the whole time. Priscilla slowly stood up, leaned against the wall for support. She definitely needed to eat something, no matter what it was.

Before long, the scent of vanilla and a hint of delicate florals encased the bathroom, adding to the almost serene feeling. Priscilla was at peace with her choice of music and the familiar scents, her mind completely at ease. Although, even if she'd like to, she couldn't spend hours upon hours in there. She quickly finished up and shut off the water, grabbing one of the towel that had been hung up. They were soft and fluffy, a pretty pink in color. Leave it to the university to provide cute towels rather than anything else. While she did have a very extensive hair care routine, she managed to cut it short somehow. In due time she was dried and dressed, taking a moment to wipe away some of the steam on the mirror with her hand.

And that's when the peaceful feeling faded. Priscilla paused her music, gazing at herself in the mirror. A feeling of looming dread crept back into her chest before it crawled down to her stomach, settling itself there. She felt almost disgusted by the thought of Eden seeing her in this state. Priscilla pulled down on her shorts a little, almost beginning to regret the choice. Even if they were by far her most comfortable pajama shorts that she slept in almost every night. They were loose and flowy, a pale grey with cat designs. Of course they had some stupid little design like that. Her shirt was oversized and black in color, with the logo of some random feed store from back home on it. It covered the top of her shorts, leaving a small amount showing.

Priscilla felt odd without her makeup on, since it was a big comfort to her. Oh well. You couldn't always be as comfortable as you wanted to. She neatly folded the towel she used and placed it in the hamper in the corner of the small bathroom, as well as her clothes. With her phone settled in the pocket of her shorts, she took a deep inhale and gently begin to turn the door knob. Once the door was open, she was hit with the subtle scent of Eden. It mixed with the vanilla that flooded from the bathroom, and oddly enough, it calmed some of her nerves. Priscilla quietly shut the bathroom light off and closed the door, her footsteps soft as she made her way back over to her bed. She considered putting a different pair of socks on, but decided not to.

Priscilla settled herself back down on her bed, running her fingers through her wet hair. She was still dizzy, her brows furrowed slightly as she tried her best to keep herself upright. She really needed to develop better habits, like eating regularly even if she didn't feel hungry. It wasn't uncommon for her to end up in this situation simply because she forgets that she needs to eat. After a moment of trying to calm her dizziness and nausea to no avail, her gaze slowly trailed to Eden. Priscilla gently shifted her position so she was on her side, propped up by her pillows. Laying down didn't seem to help the best, either. "I think I'm going to head to the dining hall. I'll wait for you, if you'd like." She spoke softly, her hand moving up to rub her temples gently.

Her gaze drifted to the window, seeing that the sunset was gone. But it wasn't too dark yet, it was that odd time where there was still some light. Civil twilight, was it called? She could never figure out if it was civil twilight or something else, despite how many time she's looked it up. The dining hall was open until 11 PM so there definitely was time. She knew there wouldn't be many people there at this time, only the ones in her same exact situation.

(it's okay! when you get back, i have some possible drama i'd like to suggest <3 )

Priscilla figured she should probably look at least a little more presentable, but there was no point after she was already showered and dressed in her pajamas. It certainly wasn't like her to be caught in such a state, especially not out on campus. As Eden agreed to her suggestion, she nodded and watched her get up to go over to her dresser. She looked away after that, moving to roll over flat on her back with a soft huff. Her hands went over her chest, rested there neatly as she gazed up at the ceiling. What an odd day. Once she heard the bathroom door shut, she turned her head slightly in that direction. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to put at least some of her makeup back on?

It's not like she had to do her usual eyeliner, false lashes, anything like that. She didn't know who would be wandering campus, or who would be found at the dining hall. Priscilla sat up and made her way off of her bed, approaching the makeup vanity that was on her side of the dorm. She sat herself down on the little stool, feeling the plush cushion sink down beneath her weight. Priscilla grabbed the little remote sat neatly on the vanity and turned on the lights surrounding it, immediately wincing as the blinding light filled her eyes.

Her eyes were already very sensitive to light, and the color of them didn't help. After a moment of adjusting, she reached out for her mascara that was sitting on one of the shelves, neatly lined up with everything else. Priscilla then reached for the eyelash curler, as well as her liquid eyeliner. She wished she just wasn't so self conscious and that she could go do something as simple as visit the dining hall without having to look put together. Every student in the university would be in the same boat of exhaustion soon enough and nobody would really care about how they looked. But Priscilla did, of course.

She leans in closer to the mirror centered in the vanity, using one hand to use the eyelash curler. Next, a thin layer of mascara, not the usual few coats she likes to do for extra measure. And now came her favorite part; the eyeliner. Priscilla untwisted the cap and gave a few gentle strokes to the side of the container to remove the excess from the wand. The outline came first, and then the delicate little strokes as she filled it in. While Priscilla greatly preferred to do reverse cat eye, she couldn't be bothered to put that much effort in. So, she settled for a simple cat eye style with the inner corners. Years of experimenting and trying different styles made her an expert at getting the perfect, crisp lines. After a moment, she blinked a few times and then reached for her lip gloss.

It was a pale pink, a little shimmery. A few soft strokes, and then she closed all of her things and put them back neatly. Priscilla turned those bright lights off again, her eyes adjusting to the dim light of the dorm again. Hearing the shower shut off, she took the moment to pick out a pair of shoes. Among the various pairs of heels, boots of all types, and some sneakers, she managed to find her sandals. Priscilla slipped them on and then leaned down to do the clasp, making sure it was snug around her ankle. Upon bending down close to her feet, she realized the pretty red nail polish on her toes was beginning to chip. They were due for a fresh coat of polish sometime soon. As she heard the bathroom door open, she stood herself back up and turned to face Eden.

Priscilla was immediately hit in the face with the scent of citrus and mint, causing her to pause and blink a few times. It wasn't bad, but the intensity and suddenness of it was almost an assault on her senses. Almost. "Mhm." Priscilla responded with a soft hum, continuing to breathe in that intoxicating smell. She grabbed her wallet that was tucked into the drawer of her bedside table, slipping the wrist strap around her wrist. She had a habit of often losing her things, so she just took a keychain holder and stuck it on her wallet to keep everything in one place. Priscilla would normally opt for her purse but it felt too excessive to be taking on a short little walk to the dining hall.

Priscilla took a few subconscious steps towards Eden, wanting to be closer to her and smell that citrusy scent. Now a little too close to Eden for comfort, she began to wonder what it'd be like to embrace her and bury her nose into her neck. Would her scent be the strongest there? She didn't plan on finding out, even if she did want to. Priscilla backed up a little to put some more space towards them and then turned to the door. "I wonder if they'll have anything decent." She murmured, mostly thinking aloud. Priscilla wasn't much of a picky eater at all, but she was simply a little cautious when it came to school food. It was always a big hit or miss. It would either be the best damn thing you'd ever eaten, or the worst thing.

Priscilla strode over to the door, leaving a few drops of water on the floor in her path. Her hair was still wet and gradually soaking the back of her shirt. In its wet and unbrushed state, her hair was considerably much more wavy and very prominently curled at the ends. It would remain that way until she went through the struggle of brushing it straight in the morning, or just gave up and let it stay in its natural state. Priscilla turned the door knob and carefully opened the door, then turned back to Eden for a moment. She moved to the side, and held the door open for her.

It wouldn't kill her to be a little polite, especially if she was trying to change Eden's opinion of her. It wasn't that she wanted them to be friends but rather anything other than rivals. If you could even really call it rivalry anymore. What they did as petty children and teenagers shouldn't necessarily determine their feelings as adults. Maybe that was just her opinion.

(we could do that! i introduced a guy in one of my earlier posts, and was honestly kinda considering using him as a drama point. he could definitely get a little too flirty or handsy with scilla at the bonfire, and she could either reciprocate it or be like uhh no. either way it could probably trigger eden to confess? also i may or may not have him be at the dining hall)