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 Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 10:49 pm
Circe was finally making her way back to her room after spending some time with Roch and doing 'karaoke'. Which she had discovered she wasn't as bad as she thought she would be. Or was. Slowly she opened the door to her room, slightly afraid that the reporters were nearby and would pounce on the chance to interrogate her further. When she had safely shut and locked the door behind her she as able to breath a sigh of relief. Laying slightly against her door she looked around her room. Just before the trials had begun she had finally managed to get her room clean and organized. The smell of her room also was much better. Now it smelled of vanilla incense.
A calm look was actually on Circe's face. When she was alone she found herself to actually be calm and normal like most other ghouls and boils were. She was surprised that in her visit with Roch she had actually managed to let this side of herself show through. Then again, the subject manner had been rather... Sad. Yes, sad was a good word for it. Lifting herself up off her door Circe made her way over to her large bed that was decorated in gold colored pillows, blankets and the like. Not to far from her bed was her dresser. "Wear pajama's. Or not?" She asked herself, pulling the two sticks from her hair and looking at them. "Short one is yes. Long one is no." Circe once more said to herself as she put them in a container and shook them around. After a minute or so she reached in and pulled out the short one.
After she had gotten all changed out of her normal clothes and into her pajama's Circe had went over to her bed once more and pulled back the covers, getting into the soft and plush bed. Once more she felt utterly exhausted and she knew that it wouldn't be long until she crashed like earlier. But her thoughts were pulled to the Trials. She and her group had gotten along pretty well. At least so far. However, she was obviously closer to the slimer ghost boil El Greco. She promptly shut her eyes tightly. While they were waiting for the next attack Elle and Circe had managed to get in some talking time. And some flirting time. Slightly surprised, Circe put her right hand to her cheek. She was blushing.
The whole flirting thing had just been some easy fun between friends and team mates. Nothing more. But for some reason she had a ton of feelings welling up inside of her. Mostly, regret. Elle was her friend and for some fun she had flirted with him. And she was pretty sure he had flirted back. Or maybe it was her imagination. She couldn't really decide which it was. However, for the first time ever she had actually felt a negative feeling from flirting. Which seemed odd to her since that never happened. Even when she flirted with clearly taken men. Circe sighed loudly, clear aggravation in her voice. She didn't like the boil more then a friend. So what was the problem?
Maybe that was it? Maybe she was attracted to him or did like him. No, that seemed unlikely. They had only just met and there was clearly not enough chemistry between them for such a thing. Right? Once more she found herself doubtful. She had never been in a relationship before so she could not honestly know. And sadly for her there was no one she knew, who was in a relationship that she could ask. It was times like these she really loathed not having friends. Again her mind led her back to Elle rather then letting her continue to self pity herself.
"What if..." Circe said out loud, pausing. What if she was feeling this way because he was so innocent -- or at least seemed that way -- and she had started to break that? That seemed unlikely to but she was more willing to believe that over him being her first ever crush. "Yes." She said with finality. "That has to be it." She concluded to herself. So next time she saw Elle it would not be anything more then two friends talking -- maybe less -- but certainly no further flirting. She didn't like this feeling bad feeling. Even if she couldn't decipher the other feelings that went along with it. Hopefully the next time she saw him she could make everything right. And that these feelings would go away and stay away. Though, she found herself worrying a bit that they would only get worse. Or that the solution she had come up with wouldn't work at all. No, she had to wait and see what happened. If it didn't work then she would just have to think up another plan. Maybe she would follow what Roch had mentioned earlier about him stepping away if she ever got a boilfriend so not complicate things. Maybe she would have to leave Elle alone entirely. That seemed to bring up a feeling of sadness. Circe punched her pillow and then hid her face in it, screaming just a bit. Regret was not a good thing to be carrying around but sadness wasn't either. There seemed to be no way to win in this.
Taking in a deep breath the small tinge of regret loosed, but unfortunately did not leave and the sadness only seemed to intensify. Thankfully it wasn't enough to hold her from sleep any longer.
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 10:56 pm
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