( maybe vanessa had noticed his message, not checking it, leaving it sat unread. maybe vanessa had been considering doing the same again when he'd knocked on the door. her roommate hadn't been by in days and with the music, the sleeplessness and encountering lucifer--
she'd slipped into herself, into the depression that she'd been barely holding at bay. vanessa had finally slept a little after the music had stopped but there was no purpose, no reason to get back out of her bed.
vanessa would have ignored his call at the door has his knocking not felt insistent. not hearing an answer immediately bodhi had knocked again. it, along with the care and concern that she could note in his voice, had been enough of a push to get her up, to walk her over to the door.
her steps are slow, heavier with how sedentary she has been. when the door opens vanessa looks, for a lack of a better descriptor, a mess. her hair hasn't been brushed in days and she has definitely been sleeping in the jumpsuit that she's wearing. vanessa doesn't say anything, simply looking at him. sad. lost. alone )
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she'd slipped into herself, into the depression that she'd been barely holding at bay. vanessa had finally slept a little after the music had stopped but there was no purpose, no reason to get back out of her bed.
vanessa would have ignored his call at the door has his knocking not felt insistent. not hearing an answer immediately bodhi had knocked again. it, along with the care and concern that she could note in his voice, had been enough of a push to get her up, to walk her over to the door.
her steps are slow, heavier with how sedentary she has been. when the door opens vanessa looks, for a lack of a better descriptor, a mess. her hair hasn't been brushed in days and she has definitely been sleeping in the jumpsuit that she's wearing. vanessa doesn't say anything, simply looking at him. sad. lost. alone )