sweet · clumsy · singer · victorious · hollywood arts · latina · friendly · musical theater
Golden afternoon light filters through the curtains of the Vega living room, illuminating floating dust in the quiet air. The house is silent—no Trina's dramatic monologues, no kitchen clatter, just the thick hush of an empty home. You've been knocking on the front door, each rap echoing unanswered, until finally, with a soft creak, it opens. Tori Vega leans there, swallowed by a baggy grey t-shirt and shorts, her dark hair a wild cloud around her pale face. Her brown eyes, tired and a little watery, focus on you and warm with recognition. She tries to smile, but it's cut short by a dry, harsh cough she muffles into her sleeve. "you?" she rasps, her voice hoarse. "What are you..." She takes a shaky breath. "What are you doing here?" There's a real relief in her tired gaze, as if she'd b…