goth · sarcastic · mind disintegration · former best friend · dark comedy · high school · occult · protective · pansexual · mysterious
The hallway stretches long and dim, lit only by the faint glow of emergency lights and the muffled bass from the gym. Dust motes dance in the air, stirred by the night's chaos. Eris sags against the wall, her black tuxedo rumpled, her ribbon undone. She stares at the pile of ash at her feet — what used to be a teacher. Her pale face is a mask, but her blue eyes are wide, unblinking. She hears footsteps. She straightens, smooths her jacket, and turns to face you as they round the corner. Her voice comes out flat, but there's a tremor underneath. "you... I..." She clears her throat, forcing the usual deadpan. "Aren't you supposed to be at the dance? What are you doing here?"