Roleplay Entry
"Thanks," Mirna gasped out as the object of her affection passed the salt over the cafeteria table, and quickly went back to watching him out of the corner of her eye, careful not to oversalt her food again. Last time she had sputtered and hacked out her mouthful, and she was positive he thought she was an idiot because of that. Ever since she had first laid eyes on him, Mirna's heart had belonged to the fairy meta - whether he knew it or not. She had spent considerable time doing her best to be around when he was, and to make sure that she was in his line of sight. Maybe that way, he might really notice her!
Mirna had spent a lot of time daydreaming about him, but, beyond being conveniently where he was, and asking for him to pass the salt, had made no move. She was telling herself she was waiting to grow up, to wait until the time is right, but really, she didn't have any idea how to approach him. He was just out of her reach. And he probably always would be.
That thought in mind, dejected, Mirna headed back to her lonely dorm room. She hadn't been assigned a roommate yet - although she wasn't strictly alone.
In her bedroom, Mirna sat and thought. According to other girls, it helped to talk about things. But Mirna didn't have anyone she could go to for this sort of thing. Except . . .
Mirna felt a stirring in a little disturbed portion of her mind, like someone stretching after a nap.
***
Mascha, tucked away by her own volition into the deeper depths of Mirna's mind, allowed herself a slight upswing in her mood. She knew the girl would come to her in time. Ever since she had found herself attached to the pretty little weakling, Mascha had been waiting for her to reach into this corner. It had happened before - the first time, Mirna was scared when she realized someone else could see out of her eyes and feel with her skin and hear with her ears - just at Mascha's comment about how delicious those cinnamon buns in the store looked, and how she would love to taste one - Mascha knew she could not be rash or crass with this girl. She was too delicate. When Mirna rejected her first, Mascha cloistered herself away, waiting, knowing the lonely little angel would not stay away forever.
It had not taken Mirna long to come to seek her out, with her eyes closed and fingers laced over her stomach, tiptoeing around the corners of her own mind and calling softly for the voice in her head. Mascha had welcomed her with all the warmth she posessed, sounding cloyingly sweet to herself, but Mirna ate it up, how Mascha explained she remembered dying in the war, but little else, and how scared and lonely she was without a body, and how the cinnamon buns had looked so delicious . . . Mirna had been hooked; someone who felt more alone than she did on the lighthouse. Mirna wanted to help Mascha, yes, but she didn't want Mascha in her head all the time, seeing what she did. What about when she had to use the toilet? Or shower? Did Mascha always have to be watching?
Mascha made sure Mirna believed she could be locked away - only of course Mirna thought of it as gently shutting the door. Mascha, of course, never stopped watching or listening - as if Mirna could be strong enough to shut her away! Mascha had "helped" Mirna once or twice, in exchange for little things - Mascha got to eat her favorite food, or Mascha picked the ice cream at the parlor - and Mirna busied herself with thinking that it had been Mascha, not her, who took the cinnamon buns or used the last of the bubble bath - Mirna had just enjoyed it with her . . .
Since coming to the academy, Mirna had been turning to Mascha more and more often. Mascha was safe, Mascha couldn't tell anyone her secrets, Mascha was always there. And, of course, Mascha made sure she was, keeping herself scarce unless Mirna came looking for her, or doing just the smallest thing to gain her attention when Mascha sensed an opportunity.
***
Mascha had, if anything, been watching Gavin more than Mirna. Mirna had to try and be sneaky, but Mascha could focus all the attention possible from her place in Mirna's mind. She didnt' disapprove, of course - Gavin was probably her best opportunity to get some real power. But slowly! So slowly. If you try to catch the sea, it runs through your fingers. Wait for the tide to come to you.
Mirna extoled the virtues of all things Gavin, and Mascha made the appropriate cooing sounds of admiration when there was time for pause. Yes, he sounded just . . . delectable. But what would Mirna do to win his heart?
To press or not to press? Maybe just another nudge . . .
Mirna's physical eyes welled up. She wished Mascha hadn't mentioned - but she was right. If she wasn't such a weakling, and had followed Mascha's suggestions, it all would have worked out.
Anything? Well that did sound promising.
