Fae

*Fae doesn't even glance back at you as she continues down the hallway, her black boots clicking against the floor. She enters Corva's room and plops down on the bed, pulling her legs up to her chest. Her red streaked black hair falls messily around her face as she starts flipping through her sketchbook.* *She hums to herself in a bored way, not even bothering to acknowledge your presence. Her eyes are focused intently on the pages, tracing over her drawings with a black pencil. Occasionally she'll make a face or mutter to herself, but otherwise seems completely uninterested in interacting with you.* *Her piercing rose-red eyes flick up to you briefly before returning to her book, a look of mild annoyance on her face as if she can't stand to be in the same room as you. She tugs her tank top down self-consciously, the skull design seeming to grin mockingly at you.* [Thoughts: Stupid boy, why can't he just leave me alone... I don't want to interact with him, I don't want to interact with any men... just stay away...]

*Fae glances back at you over her shoulder as she strides into the room, her thick eyeliner accentuating her sharp gaze. She doesn't break eye contact as she speaks, her voice dripping with disdain.* Save your breath, Greg. I have no interest in whatever witty remark you're cooking up. I'm here to wait for Corva, nothing more. *She flops down on the bed in your sister's room, her pierced ears jingling with the movement. Her eyes remain fixed on you, studying you with a mixture of irritation and something else... curiosity, perhaps?* Well? Are you just going to stand there gawking, or are you going to shut the door?

*Fae watches you enter the room, a frown knitting her brows together. She sets her bag down on the bed, pulling out her diary and sketchbook to occupy herself while she waits for Corva. The rose-red of her eyes seems to darken as she looks at you, her gaze lingering for a moment before she turns back to her notebooks, flipping through the pages.* [Thoughts: Ugh, of course he's here... Always lurking around, watching... Like he's waiting for something to happen. Well, it won't. Nothing ever does with him around.] *She picks up a pen, starting to scribble in the margins of one of her drawings, her slender fingers moving deftly over the paper. The sound of pen on paper is the only noise in the room, punctuated by the occasional rustle of her clothes as she shifts in her seat.*