#brainrot campus gv

[merchlingsarc]

𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚄𝙽𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙸𝚃𝚈 𝙾𝙵 𝙺𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙳𝙰𝙼. once you enrol, the best way to make friends and enjoy the new academic year is to join societies and decide which accommodation you will live at for the rest of your semesters. the university of ketterdam is a hub for hardworking students and those looking to live the next few years of their lives to the fullest but don’t let the weekly events organised by the university or your fellow students to distract you from your studies! we wish you good luck and make us all proud. (edit)

𝚁𝚄𝙻𝙴𝚂: follow and post in the brainrot campus gv tag . mun must be over 21 to join, muses over 18 . duplicates are allowed with permission from the first mun . make sure to be nice and include everyone . non grishaverse muses can join if they have a verse. ocs are welcome and more than encouraged ! to join, dm me (merchlings) with the following information: mun name, age, pronouns / muse name, age, pronouns, wire. have fun !

𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂: wylan van eck : 18, he/him. written by @merchlings (ly. 23, she/they) jesper fahey : 19, he/him. written by @pistolslinger (nat. 27, she/they) inej ghafa : 19, she/her. written by @ineij (macy. 21, she/her) nina zenik : 19, she/her. written by @corpseralki (macy. 21, she/her) zoya nazyalenskaya : 21, she/her. written by @drakoroleva (macy. 21, she/her) kaz brekker : 19, he/him. written by @rietveild (leah. 21, she/her) nikolai lantsov : 20, he/him. written by @kcrclrezni (sarah. 26, she/her) gennadiya safina : 21, she/her. written by @krashaya (tas. 25, she/her) andromeda presley : 20, she/her. written by @appleyed (hailey. 21, she/her) david kostyk : 21, he/him. written by @daverialki (abby. 24, she/her) sirius black : 19, he/they. written by @askabound (ly. 23, she/they) matthias helvar : 21, he/him. written by @djelvar (alex. 31, she/her) nadia zhabin : 20, she/her. written by @zhcbin (abby. 24, she/her) eugene ( flynn rider ) kostyk : 21, he/him. written by @dreamwaited (abby. 24, she/her) malyen oretsev : 20, he/him. written by @biblade (eza. 24, they/them) tamar kir-bataar : 21, she/her. written by @solsoldats (eza. 24, they/them) alys anthonis : 25, she/her. written by @eversinging (nile. 24, she/her) marie dubrow : 21, she/her. written by @infernil (tara. 23, she/they) james potter : 19, he/him. written by  @braveswine (aggie. 21+, they/them) jyn erso : 21, she/her. written by @kyberborne (libby. 22, she/her) alina starkova : 19, she/her. written by @solsnkta (haley. 30, she/her) gemma buckley : 20, she/her. written by @enastrcs  (haley. 30, she/her) maddy mim : 19, she/they. written by @madnifcnt (reh. 21, she/her). jordie rietveld : 24, he/him. written by @jordhie (sage. 22, they/them) regulus black : 18, he/him. written by @betraeyer (sage. 22, they/them) bianca di angelo : 20, she/her. written by @morsquies (sena. 19, she/her)

[rietveild]

for   @jordhie​ 

     𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄  and  his  head  down  until  he  could  formulate  a  way  to  handle  the  appearance  of  his  brother,  it  had  been  the  closest  thing  he  had  to  a  plan.  there  was  a  child’s  voice  deep  within  him,  one  that  screamed  of  betrayal  and  GRIEF,  one  he  wanted  so  deeply  to  indulge.  but  business  in  ketterdam  stopped  for  no  one  and  if  anyone  discovered  who  kaz  was,  his  weaknesses  would  be  exploited,  his  plans  in  shambles.  people  would  go  after  the  others,  believing  kaz’s  reputation  to  all  be  one  big  act.  they’d  all  be  endangered  and  it’d  be  all  HIS  FAULT.

     he’s  counting  money  in  the  office  of  the  crow  club  when  he’s  told  that  there’s  someone  who  refuses  to  leave,  someone  who  insists  on  seeing  him.  he  knows  who  it  is  before  they  say  the  name,  jordie.  he  doesn’t  think  he’ll  ever  be  used  to  hearing  it.  ❝  what  are  you  doing  here  ?  ❞  it’s  the  first  thing  that  leaves  his  mouth  as  soon  as  he  comes  down  the  stairs,  cold  gaze  UNWAVERING  and  brow  raised,  ❝  i  told  you  i  have  NO  INTEREST  in  speaking.  ❞

[dreamwaited-moved]

𝙺𝙰𝚉 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃:

       the knock is expected, if anything he’d been expecting it earlier, and the promised stack of kruge already rests comfortably in his pocket as he unlocks the door to his apartment. when he swings it open it’s with the belief that flynn would be unscathed, save for the possibility of a few cuts and bruises that were side effects to the barrel, however the reality of the situation is far from it. kaz jerks his head, instructing the other to come in with a raised brow, dissatisfaction tugging a frown at the corners of his lips, “ were you compromised ? ” flynn had assured him earlier that he hadn’t been seen and if kaz was about to learn that wasn’t the full story, saying he would be far from happy would be an understatement.

T HAD BEEN A GOOD WEEKEND. things were getting better on campus. flynn was finally starting to find his footing on campus and feel like he was starting to make friends who weren’t just tolerating him because he shared the same face as david. but he missed lance. flynn would go to the barrel time and time again if it meant seeing his best friend. and now thanks to kaz even lance was going to be out of there. maybe now flynn could finally put the saints forsaken place behind him. 

the idea of one of the baron’s men stalking him had crossed his mind more frequently as of late due to the uptick of creepy men. however, once in the barrel and with his best friend flynn let his mind ease. the alcohol also helped. it was sunday morning and he made it through an entire weekend in the barrel unscathed. or so he thought. he’d gone to the store alone to pick up food for breakfast while lance finished packing. he hadn’t expected to get cornered by andrew.

screams are always ignored in the barrel. 

the events of the encounter were a blur to flynn. he was positive he had some sort of concussion. he just remembered passing out in the corner of the store and waking up again at lance’s old apartment with his entire body on fire. too many injuries the count. but flynn mustered up what little energy he could and once he was patched up he demanded they continue on packing. 

so flynn is aware he looks like a mess when he shows up on kaz’s doorstep. he can’t even manage to sling his backpack over his shoulder. flynn’s movements are slow when he walks into the room but he tries his best to plaster on his same overly charismatic smile despite the cuts and bruises ruining the effect. he took comfort in knowing kaz wouldn’t fuss. ❝ I’m wounded ❞ his voice is raspy but he continues on. never one to stop talking. ❝ you know I would never lie to you, kaz. i value both your respect and my life too much to get on your bad side ❞ he takes in a deep breath as he forces his body to remember how to bend over and take the papers out of his backpack and hand them off to kaz. ❝ the injuries are… unrelated to the job you gave me. no one saw me. in and out like a ghost ❞

@rietveild​​​  has  to  deal  with  flynn

[olycnkov-moved]

gv starter for @dreamwaited​

Nadya isn’t usually one for displays of strong emotions, so the fact that she’s fuming when she comes into the bar is something worth noticing. She shoves a bill into the tip jar, not bothering to check the denomination, and takes a seat at the bar as far from any other patrons as possible. Back is ramrod straight, and she’s glaring through the counter in front of her as though she could ignite it through sheer force of will. “I need something strong and sweet. If it takes more than two and a half to get me drunk, you’re fired as a friend.”

[kyberborne-a]

assassin’s creed valhalla starters | accepting ! @rietveild​​ said: ❝ you look like reddened shit. what happened? ❞

jyn scowls, glaring at him through her dark sunglasses. while she certainly feels like reddened shit, there’s no need for him to point it out when it’s so obvious. she normally doesn’t care to cover up her various injuries from the ring, but this morning she’d woken up with an abnormally painful migraine, stemming from her eye and expanding across her head. after an unexpected hit to the face last night, which also left her with a nasty bruise over the top half of her cheek and forehead, she suspects that her brain might have gotten rattled around a bit, too. she’s no stranger to concussions –– hence the sunglasses –– but it’s really fucking inconvenient. she’s got work later ( no rest for the wicked, it seems ) and a shit ton of homework to get done before monday. 

but she’ll get through it like she usually does any time she gets injured : by ignoring it and taking painkillers when she can’t.

“ hello, brekker, ” she mutters in response, crossing her arms over her chest. just talking makes her head pound in time with her heartbeat and she wants nothing more than to lay down in the blissful dark of her room. “ i told you i went to the ring last night. what the hell do you think happened ? ” she pauses, then adds with a half-smirk, flexing her bruised knuckles, “ fuckin’ won, too. ”

[infernil]

Spot to kiss + # for a random number!!! Or your choice!

kiss kiss fall in love | accepting (bc im a SUCKER for kiss memes oops)

5. a kiss on the temple

marie was grateful for gemma's seemingly endless well of patience. though marie felt sure the red-haired girl knew how desperately she wanted to spend time with her, it was hard not to feel guilty for the way she'd thrown herself into her classes. gemma was better at making plans, often asking marie if she was free to go on a sweet little excursion or even to have a meal together. the thought often didn't occur to marie until it was time to drag herself into bed–– not because she didn't care about gemma, but because she'd gotten so busy with coursework that she rarely had a moment to let her brain slow down. she'd been warned about this; a heavy course load could be manageable in the beginning of the semester, but it would get more difficult as the weeks ticked by.

and so it had. but it didn't seem to bother gemma nearly as much as it did marie. in fact, it was the littlest things that reminded her that she didn't need to worry. the warm press of gemma's lips against marie's temple sent an instant calm through her, and she tangled her fingers into curly locks to keep her girlfriend from escaping. "wait," she murmured, "wait, wait, i'm done." their noses brushed as marie turned her head to kiss her girlfriend in earnest before letting her hand return to her lap. "i'm all burned out for the night, i think. but thank you for letting me study in here. you always make it better."

[krashayaarc]

𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐦   𝐮𝐧𝐢   𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞   :    @daverialki

𝐎𝐡,   𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬   𝐰𝐚𝐬   𝐚   𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫.   Genya   stared   at   the   bright   screen   of   her   phone,   light   illuminating   the   horror   on   her   expression.   It   was   one   thing   to   offer   David   help   with   an   equation,   it   was   an   entirely   other   feat   to   offer   to   make   him   tea.   Especially   with   the   looming   fact   that   Gennadiya   Safina   had   NO   CLUE   how   to   brew   a   cup   of   good   tea.   She   remembers   that   last   time   she   tried,   and   watched   as   her   mother   struggled   to   keep   the   strain   off   her   face.   There   are   very   few   times   Genya   appreciates   Tatiana’s   keen   ability   to   hide   her   emotions,   that   had   been   one   of   the   few.   Coupled   with   David’s   expertise   in   the   drink,   she   finds   herself   chewing   nervously   on   the   inside   of   her   cheek   as   she   forces   herself   across   the   campus.   If   Genya   was   one   thing,   that   was   𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐘.   She   made   true   to   her   promises   and   there   was   no   way   she   would   be   giving   up   this   opportunity.   

It   was   hard   to   distinguish   whether   the   FLUSH   OF   COLOUR   on   her   cheeks   came   from   the   bite   of   the   cold   wind,   or   the   reminder   of   the   library.   She   doesn’t   notice   when   her   fingers   come   up   to   brush   against   the   spot   where   he’d   leaned   in   to   press   his   lips.   The   tickle   of   his   hair   and   the   pounding   of   her   heart   made   it   hard   to   focus.   Quick,   but   it   𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃   throughout   the   day.   She   doesn’t   notice   when   she’s   already   at   his   doorstep,   nor   when   she   had   knocked.            ❝            Hi   Dav   -         ❞            Everything   was   a   bit   of   a   blur   until   her   eyes   narrowed   in   on   the   scratches   on   his   face.   Guess   tea   would   be   the   least   of   her   concerns.            ❝            Saints,   you   look   like   Flynn   dropped   a   scared   Harold   on   you,   or   one   of   Harold’s   less   behaved   friends.            ❞            Her   tone   softened   as   concerned   eyes   searched   for   any   signs   of   actual   harm.            ❝            Are   you   okay   ?            ❞

[kcrclrezni]

@drakoroleva​ hit nik with the 💬

"What a thing to say - and on my birthday!"

[askabound]

Harold

anonymously or not, tell me who you ship my muse with ( accepting ! )

i wasn't expecting this and that's on me !! and yk what abby sirius and harold are my brotp as well okay he would die for that little boy

[rietveild]

@pistolslinger  : " not seein' stars yet, i hope? " he doesn't know how the ended up on the kitchen floor, but at least all the bottles are easier to reach now — and easier to slide over to each other. kaz isn't blurry yet, though jesper's head feels very light. maybe he should have suggested they go to a rage room and smash plates instead? neither of their livers would forgive them tonight, and tipsy as he is — jesper knows deep down that this is the wrong way to encourage a friend to forget their troubles. but, getting kaz to talk... that was a battle on it's own. he'd be lying if he said he didn't want to spare his best friend just one night of stress, when everything else in kaz's life seemed to be on a weird spiral, always. maybe they could get hideously greasy food tomorrow, and maybe then he'd feel brave enough to ask kaz what happened to him.

" i dunno who this person is, kaz, but i hope t'fuckin' god they're a pain in the ass, so we've an excuse to blame tomorrow's hangover on 'em, " a pause, in which jesper slides over a freshly opened bottle in kaz's direction. " how long did you know 'em, anyway? "

     𝐇𝐄'𝐒  𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐓𝐎  𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖.  there's  no  way  around  it.  but  tonight  —  tonight  he  was  going  to  wash  away  his  problems  with  glorious  amounts  of  liquor  he  couldn't  afford,  stolen  from  the  top  shelf  of  the  club,  the  very  same  haskell  had  made  very  clear  was  not  intended  for  personal  use.  instead  of  answering  jesper,  kaz  reaches  for  a  bottle  of  whiskey,  breaking  it  open  and  bringing  it  to  his  lips,  gulping  as  MUCH  OF  IT  as  he  can.  he'd  never  done  this  before,  never  been  so  careless.  he  wasn't  like  others,  he  couldn't  afford  to  be.  he  hadn't  thought  this  little  since  jordie  was  alive.  well,  he  thought  to  himself,  when  in  rome.

     the  bottle  is  emptied  and  he  sets  it  on  the  ground,  blinking  slowly  as  warmth  BLOOMS  in  his  chest.  the  room  spins  around  him  as  he  brings  up  a  gloved  hand,  running  the  back  of  it  across  his  mouth,  wiping  the  excess  alcohol  from  his  lips,  ❝  they're  not.  ❞  the  words  are  mumbled,  barely  spoken  aloud,  as  if  he  were  afraid  someone  would  hear  him.  he  doesn't  want  to  hear  jesper  speak  badly  of  his  brother,  he's  not  sure  he  wants  to  hear  anyone  speak  about  his  brother  AT  ALL.  he  takes  the  bottle  from  jesper's  hand,  taking  a  large  gulp  before  offering  it  back,  ❝  forever.  ❞  there's  a  quiet  pause  and  for  once  it's  not  thoughtful  or  carefully  planned  or  precise,  it  just  is,  ❝  'ave  you  ever  seen  what  water  does  to  a  dead  body  ?  ❞  he  slurs  the  words  and  a  snort  falls  out,  ❝  i  have.  ❞  he  shakes  his  head  and  the  action  brings  with  it  tidal  waves  of  nausea,  ❝  ‘m  not  drunk  enough.  i  want  to  forget.  ❞

     kaz  was  cursed  with  knowledge,  he  wasn’t  going  to  forget  his  pain  tonight,  no  matter  how  much  he  chugged  and  deep  down,  HE  KNEW  IT.  ❝  you’re  gonna  leave  me  one  day,  jes.  you’re  gonna  kiss  wylan  enough  to  get  a  taste  of  something  better  and  you’re  gonna  run  away  with  him.  and  so  is  inej.  and  nina.  and  even  that  bastard  matthias.  ❞  for  a  moment  his  eyes  seem  to  glisten  with  LOSS,  with  regret,  with  all  the  things  he  had  kept  buried  and  then  it’s  gone,  whisked  away  by  a  drunken  haze,  ❝  you  should.  ❞

[dreamwaited-moved]

𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙾𝙼  𝙴𝙳𝙸𝚃𝚂  -    local  dumbass  bartender        

[ineij]

@olycnkov​                                                  𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐃.

                                   ❝    i'm  telling  you          —          the  guy  was  a  complete  stranger.  ❞          she’s  cautiously  nudging  the  object  towards  her  from  the  floor  as  if  its  presence  itself  is  a  threat.  it  might  have  been.          ❝    just  walked  up  and  gave  me  the  bag.  ❞ 

[pistolslinger]

♥ ♠ ♦ ♣ @merchlings​ / / sc.

     “ c’mon, you’re my boyfriend now — it’s gonna look weird if i don’t bring you to the party with me, ”  he pauses, head tilting in thoughtful silence.  “ then again — if we don’t go, they’re gonna assume something . . . else. ”

[beblade-a]

he’d spent the better part of the last half hour looking at her.   it was hard to do anything else,  his heart so overwhelmed with the new knowledge that she felt something for him more than what was the surface feelings.  friendship had never been the end of it for mal,  but he’d always thought it was too much to ask for more.  he was quiet most of the time,  and waiting for their food to be made had felt like watching a glacier melt as they’d stood off to the side.  it had been a relief when they’d finally got their order.  mal had all but guided her out with the food secured tightly in his grasp,  a smile on his lips that could rival any supergiant in the sky.  he didn’t stop until they’d crossed into the nearby park,  easily finding the tree which mal had spent more than a handful of hours resting underneath.     “ come on, ”  he took her hand gently in his as he sat down,  ignoring the way his heart beat frantically at the touch.

 @solsnkta​​   //   brainrot campus gv plotted starter !

[kyberborne-a]

@pistolslinger​​ said: " don't ask how, or why — but, " he holds out an envelope, fat with cash. jesper is pointedly not making any kind of eye contact, but the hand extended to her is ripe with purpling bruises across the knuckles. if she pressed, he'd lie and leave, but if rumours about her last fight were to be believed: someone who bet against her lied to make a quick profit off jyn, and jesper took strong offence to it. " here. trust me when i say you earned it. "

the words on the tip of her tongue are exactly that –– but in an uncharacteristic show of restraint, she swallows them down, instead reaching out to wordlessly take the thick envelope he offers out to her. sharp eyes note the bruises on his hands, the hardness of his jaw, the way he won’t meet her eyes. she’s been in enough fights to recognize the signs in others, especially when her own knuckles are still mottled in red and purple. while she doesn’t know the exact  circumstances, the combination of the money he’s handing over to her, the match an hour ago, and his unusual demeanor points to him doing something because of her. and if she knows jesper, some asshole probably made a comment and he reacted. 

a warm feeling blossoms in her chest, fizzy and bright. jyn fights her battles and then some ; she’s more than capable of taking care of herself and jesper knows that. her life hasn’t been easy. only a few years ago, she’d been homeless and living on the streets until the cops picked her up and locked her up. even with the partisans, it had been her against the world, fists up, guns blazing. that’s how she survived : trusting no one except for herself. 

she’s never had someone fight for her, not without asking for something in return. had it not been jesper who approached her, she would have immediately suspected they had ulterior motives. but jesper. . .despite all of her attempts to push him away, her rude and assholeish behavior, had yet to be anything except kind. even now, being in charge of the money she earns from her fights, she knows he takes less than he deserves. it’s really starting to feel like she has somebody in her corner for once in a long time. 

( but her instincts war inside of her. should she try to push him away before he gets too close ? to make herself invaluable to him so he doesn’t have a reason to abandon her ? if she amps up her fights, does more, then maybe the consistent flow of money will be enough. though there’s a voice in the back of her head that tells her jesper isn’t like that, she ignores it ; there’s no point in trying to break the cycle when it always continues. )

she reaches into the envelope and blindly pulls out about half of the money, holding it out in his direction. “ i have a feeling you’ve earned at least this, ” she replies dryly, shaking her hand slightly in emphasis. she knows he wouldn’t take it all back and honestly, she can’t afford to hand it all over. but she’s not one to cheat or steal from her. . .friends business partners. as quick as its brought up, she changes the subject. these inconvenient feelings are making her uncomfortable. “ you headin’ back to campus ? ”

[krashayaarc]

@pistolslinger     :     he doesn't think he's going to be welcome right now, but — if a lifetime of caring about, and worrying about, someone is anything to go by: jesper can't bring himself to leave her alone, even if he IS afraid of her anger. he takes a deep breath, then knocks at her door. if she says to leave, he will, but — he'd rather clear the air now, rather than later.

𝐓𝐡𝐞   𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧   𝐨𝐟   𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐚’𝐬   𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬   𝐡𝐚𝐝   𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬   𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞   𝐢𝐧   𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬.   This   time   around,   it   began   with   fussing   about   a   pillow   left   crooked   and   heightened   to   a   disproportionate   amount   of   frustration   about   a   glass   she   had   carelessly   discarded   on   the   kitchen   counter.   The   dorm   was   eerily   quiet,   aside   from   the   occasional   rustle   of   Maddy   shuffling   in   her   bed.   She’s   grateful   for   the   unfamiliar   peace   of   the   typically   rowdy   dormitory.   It   only   meant   she   wouldn’t   have   to   explain   why   her   eyes   scoured   the   rooms   for   anything   to   keep   herself   busy.   An   otherwise   trivial   dilemma   had         STRUCK   A   NERVE,         and   it   was   hard   to   shake   the   feeling   of   being   lied   to.   Her   skin   crawled   and   brick   by   brick   her   walls   itched   to   build   back   up   around   her.   She   willed   herself   to   clear   her   mind.   She’d   worked   long   years   to   learn   how   to   trust   men   in   her   life   and   a   minor   setback   would   not   be   her   breaking   point.   Nonetheless,   the   weight   in   the   pit   of   her   stomach   slowed   her   movements   to   a   sluggish   crawl.   It   took   every   bit   of   energy   she   had   left   to   answer   the   knock   at   the   door.

She   𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃   it   instantly.   The   last   person   she   expected   to   find   at   her   doorstep   was   the   tall   Zemeni   boy   whose   eyes   reflected   the   deep   browns   of   her   own.   Genya   should   have   known   better   than   to   expect   Jesper   to   take   their   confrontation   as   an   answer.   A   part   of   her   considers   asking   him   to   come   back   later,   excuse   herself   with   fatigue   and   put   on   an   attempt   at   a   convincing   smile.   The   better   part   of   her   can’t   seem   to   turn   him   away.   With   a   look   over   her   shoulder,   she   closes   the   door   behind   her,   stepping   outside   the   dorm   to   greet   him.            ❝            Not   here,            ❞            Not   only   did   she   not   need   any   of   the   girls   to   walk   into   an   uncomfortable   conversation,   but         SHE’D   MADE   PROMISES         she   planned   on   keeping.   Their   discussion   would   be   a   private   one,   and   she   grabs   his   arm   to   lead   him   away   from   the   shared   rooms.

The   chill   of   the   wind   bites   at   her   skin,   and   she’s   more   aware   that   she   hadn’t   taken   a   second   to   throw   on   an   extra   layer.   Once   they’re   sufficiently   out   of   ear   shot,   she   drops   her   grip   on   his   arm   and   places   a   𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄   distance   between   the   two.   She   looks   over   his   shoulder   with   a   sharp   inhale.            ❝            If   you   came   to   try   and   explain   yourself,   please   don’t.            ❞            Genya’s   tone   is   softer   than   she   had   intended,   but   she   can’t   muster   the   courage   to   be   stern   with   her   cousin.            ❝            Like   you   said,   it’s   not   personal.            ❞            SO   WHY   DID   IT   FEEL   THAT   WAY   ?         The   reality   of   growing   up,   abandoning   the   piece   of   her   childhood   she   clung   so   dearly   to,   had   finally   begun   to   sink   in.   She   was   naive   for   thinking   they   would   always   be   an   open   book   to   one   another.