She blends in, for just a little while.
She slips onto the dance floor and lets the music take her, moves with it - spinning in pure abandon, hair soaking and sticking to her neck, hips shifting under skintight PVC...
...and the boy takes her hand, and she falters, drowning in input - his thoughts, his emotions, his memories - gods, my shields, dropped my shields! she pulls away, eyes wide in shock, still trying to sort her brain out from his, and suddenly he is behind her, his cold presence feeling safe, feeling known, and for once,she's glad to be taken home.
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Teenage Alanna - back when she was just broken, before she really got mean.
I'm definitely coming down with zlana's cold... really not feeling well. Sore throat, stuffed up.