oh, hello Roomie! (Autumn)

[Elysia Barak]

Elysia stretched and yawned as she buttoned her shirt all the way up. Another fun night of "patrols". Everyone knew that Elysia often used patrols as an excuse to go to other people's dorms, but at that point, no one really cared.

The last battle had been a brutal one and many of her usual acquaintances were too injured to do anything. She winced, a frown forming on her face. Even though it looked as if the blonde was brushing it off, Elysia was affected by the battle. When it had happened, she had managed to get away with only a few injuries, but others hadn't been so lucky. Gabriel. She thought to herself. Both sides had been so severely damaged, they were hanging on by a string. So many people were dead...people she actually cared about. Most people grieved and sobbed, but not Elysia. She distracted herself, she let herself get lost in her usual 'hobbies'. If she didn't, she didn't know how well she'd be able to hold herself together. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. There was no point crying now.

She removed her key from her pocket, unlocking the door and pushing it open. It had been a long night. Glancing around the room, Elysia rarely ever stayed the entire night in. She had almost forgotten that she had a roommate, a really cute roommate at that. The girl was an artist, and Elysia had occasionally posed for her. She could see a person shaped figure on one of the beds and a coy idea popped into her mind.

Silently, she closed and locked the door behind her (Elysia was an expert at silently sneaking in and out of dorms). Her totally cute roommate lay asleep in bed. Elysia slipped off her shoes and jacket, tossing them onto her bed, as she silently slipped next to Autumn, wrapping her arms around the other girl in an affectionate hug. In the dark, a small smirk displayed proudly on her face.

[Autumn Armstrong]

The dream had started out as usual, Autumn watching her older brother, Quinn, in heated combat. The scene teased at her emotions like a suspenseful movie clip, playing around with her concern for Quinn’s safety. Usually these dreams were strange as Autumn wasn’t the one the story followed. She wasn’t even in them, but was simply a viewer watching the film roll in her mind. But this time things got a little different. She was suddenly in the front lines with Quinn, other prefects took the places of the troops, and Gabriel was commander. Like in most dreams, these new circumstances felt completely normal and Autumn didn’t question it.

Gabriel had started lecturing her about something, the dream didn’t bother to go into details, but he had used the phrase ’missing in action’ to describe her slack in her duties. The phrase seemed to have turned the dream in a bad, worse, direction. Everyone around her slowly started to get wiped out. Gabriel was killed right in front of her. It felt like the part of her mind that wrote and directed these dreams started laughing at her. Now she knew exactly how someone looked like when their string was cut. Autumn looked at Quinn, only the brother and sister were left. She just somehow knew he was going to be killed next, and it was going to be more graphic than all the other times he died. There was nothing she would be able to do. But suddenly something grabbed Autumn from behind and started dragging her out of the scene.

She started waking up, the dream plastered on the insides of her eyelids fading as she blinked it away. It took a while for Autumn to fully wake up, but when she did she noticed the arms wrapped around her and the feeling of someone pressed against her back became more noticeable. She abruptly tossed from her side onto her back and turned her head to meet her new neighbor. Her eyes met Elysia’s, her roommate’s head resting on the other side of her pillow. Autumn’s somewhat surprised eyes immediately eased, then slowly turned back to her normal dazed ones, a trace of drowse also in them. Autumn had been half expecting Salem, she was surprised her first expectation wasn’t Elysia. But then again, it had been a while since Elysia slept in their dorm room.

“Hello,” Autumn said in a soft tone as the room was quiet. She wore her pajamas and her hair was tied into the two Pocahontas braids she always slept in. Autumn tried to look at the clock, but couldn’t. She had no sense of the time right now. She looked back at her guest, the dark dimmed Elysia’s blue eyes and blonde hair. Autumn, still lying in her hug, sniffed the blonde. “You still have a whiff of sex on you,” she informed Elysia nonchalantly. Autumn showed no displease in it, she really was just telling Elysia to make sure she knew.