River and Lily have been, or rather had been, friends for almost all their lives until a one nightstand ruined any semblance of a friendship between them. Lily would strongly like to blame the fact that she was foolish on that night and River, well, he doesn't look like he has a lot to say or think about the night in question. Now, four years down the line, after one isolating the other and another still being bitter hurt over the events that succeeded that particular night, Lily is called in for a royal favor. With River's coronation as king drawing near, she has to keep his rather, messy, to be lightly put, record on a clean squeaky plate. How to do that you ask? Well, obviously by avoiding him and being professional to a fault. But the ignorant blind fool doesn't get the memo. In fact, to her, it looks like River is doing anything other than being professional and distant. ☆¤☆¤☆¤☆ "I was going to ruin you!" he shouts in exasperation and I eye him for a moment, watching his chest rise and fall rapidly until he calms down. "I was already ruined. I fail to see any sort of damage that could have outdone what I've gone through." I shrug and pick up my folder from the bed. ☆¤☆¤☆¤☆ Lily has no much to think about during the summer but if there's something she's certain of, it's that she is not ready to be the reason River's crown topples off his head no matter how much he wants to be the problem in her course.
"You don't have to keep looking at me like that you know?" River speaks from his desk without raising his head to look at me and I roll my eyes.
I only looked at him for a second and now I'm overdoing it.
"Like what?" I decide to play into his game.
"Like I'm going to snap and do something stupid. I'm okay." The last part he says it quietly as if trying to convince himself.
"I don't think you're not fine and I only looked at you because you've been messing with the music volume."
"Have I?" I narrow my eyes at him when he finally lifts his amused gaze to meet my annoyed one. "Fine, sorry." He says and adjusts the volume to a more tolerable tempo. "Better?"
I shrug but say nothing, going back to the sketch I was working on before he decided to be annoying.