avoiding you. | scaramouche · Y/n story by @aniviqr

The bass thumped through the floorboards of the off-campus house, a physical pulse in the crowded, smoky air. Bodies pressed together in the dim light, red plastic cups held aloft, laughter ringing sharp over the music.

Lumine

Come on! You’ve been moping in your room for weeks. One night. One night where you don’t think about him.

Lumine’s hand was firm around Y/n’s wrist, her golden eyes bright with determined concern. She pulled Y/n through the foyer, past a shouting game of beer pong, and into the main living area.

Scaramouche

takes a slow drag from a cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke that curled towards the ceiling