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aterat2023-02-24 01:30 am
neurotoxicity) wrote in aterat2023-02-24 01:30 am
Advice?
Who; Watts and Ivy
What; Friends having pizza and awkwardly asking for advice. Very awkwardly.
Where; Ivy's Pizza parlor
When; 2/24
Warnings;None at the moment
Ivy Tamwood had never been good at asking other people for help. Not when it came to her job, not when it came to her Master, not when it came to her issues, and certainly not when it came to romance. No, Ivy
was about as bad as anyone could be at asking for any sort of assistance. Ironically how horrible she was at asking for help or advice was actually just serving to embarrass her more. Why was she this terrible at it? It shouldn't be this hard to just text someone, ask them to come by to talk, and then talk to them.
But it was.
A million thoughts went through her head. Like that she was just bothering someone by asking. Or that it was stupid that she was bothered enough to want advice in the first place. She shouldn't be. It wasn't that big of a deal was it? Yeah, it kinda actually was. The entire idea of the soulgaze with Harry was disturbing on it's own. The idea that you lock eyes with a wizard and then they magically get to see some glimpse into who you really truly were? That was messed up. The fact that you saw them as they were was also messed up. The fact that it was unavoidable if you made eye contact was even worse.
Though the thing bothering Ivy the most was that Harry had just neglected to every mention it was a thing. When that thought hit her she finally got the nerve to send a text to Llewellyn reading:
Free Pizza if you come by Night Owl.
Now she just had to hope he'd take the bait without needing her to explain she wanted to talk.
What; Friends having pizza and awkwardly asking for advice. Very awkwardly.
Where; Ivy's Pizza parlor
When; 2/24
Warnings;None at the moment
Ivy Tamwood had never been good at asking other people for help. Not when it came to her job, not when it came to her Master, not when it came to her issues, and certainly not when it came to romance. No, Ivy
was about as bad as anyone could be at asking for any sort of assistance. Ironically how horrible she was at asking for help or advice was actually just serving to embarrass her more. Why was she this terrible at it? It shouldn't be this hard to just text someone, ask them to come by to talk, and then talk to them.
But it was.
A million thoughts went through her head. Like that she was just bothering someone by asking. Or that it was stupid that she was bothered enough to want advice in the first place. She shouldn't be. It wasn't that big of a deal was it? Yeah, it kinda actually was. The entire idea of the soulgaze with Harry was disturbing on it's own. The idea that you lock eyes with a wizard and then they magically get to see some glimpse into who you really truly were? That was messed up. The fact that you saw them as they were was also messed up. The fact that it was unavoidable if you made eye contact was even worse.
Though the thing bothering Ivy the most was that Harry had just neglected to every mention it was a thing. When that thought hit her she finally got the nerve to send a text to Llewellyn reading:
Free Pizza if you come by Night Owl.
Now she just had to hope he'd take the bait without needing her to explain she wanted to talk.