Laurence | Sam

Laurence kneeled down beside her, hardly worried about his clothing, just of the welfare of the girl. He noticed how short and ragged her breathing was, which caused his thick eyebrows to be knitted together in concern.

"You're struggling to breathe, let me help you." Thinking of how much he didn't want to ruin his professionalism, but deciding it was better to blatantly disobey professionalism for the sake of saving a life, he said, "give me your hands. This is going to be awkward, but it's better than not being able to breathe."

Gingerly holding her hands, he guided them to his heart and held them there, giving a meek smile. "I had bad anxiety attacks as a kid, bad separation anxiety because of my dad. This was always the only thing that could help me breathe again. Something about showing something broken what it could be automatically fixes it, huh? Kinda a weird metaphor, unintentional of course."

After a few minutes, he released her hands, clearing his throat and regaining his neutral exterior. "You should be fine now, I'm guessing. It's like three in the morning, so as one of your many trainers I'm gonna say that you've probably gotten enough partying in, yeah? I think it's best to head back to your dorm and sleep off whatever else is going on there." He smiled gently and offered her a hand, "I'll walk you to your dorm so you don't have to deal with any creeps."

Astrid | 27 | M: Lorenzo

Astrid rolled her dark eyes as he walked off, her smile turning into a small frown. She headed in the opposite direction, towards her room. Astrid walked the dark halls, using her phones flashlight as her only source of light. The dark haired woman pulled out her key from her front pocket and slid it into the doorhandle, it turning slightly and revealing a mess of clothes behind the mahogany door.

Astrid let out a small groaned then stepped over the clothes, stumbling over to her side of the room. She slid off her converses and let her small body fall onto her bed. Astrid sighed, a sound of discontentment and pure frustration. She held her hand on her cheek, remembering what had happened, the pure moment of bliss. " Zilch, Nada" Her mind reminded her. She rolled over and placed her head on her pillow, desperately needing to know what was going to be said.

Slamming all my people together. Had this loong in depth one, and then accidently closed the tab >_<

Savannah / Lorenzo | 17/27 | Open

Savannah kissed Avatar's nose gently, the stallion's eyes slowly dropping in relaxation. "See you tomorrow, bubs," she said softly, loosening her fingers from his coarsely combed mane. He nickered happily, nudging her with a kind energy. "No, tomorrow boy." With that, she shut the stall door and left, murmuring faint greetings to the horses as she passed.

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Lorenzo unlocked the door slowly, stepping into the cool, dark interior. He may have lied when he said he was returning to the gala; he simply couldn't face anyone right now. As soon as he knew he was out of sight, he had turned towards the small cottage. Maybe he should text Kholo. He fumbled with the light switch, sliding out his phone to type a hasty apology. Sorry, had to leave early. Not feeling too well. That wasn't quite a lie. He was feeling terrible, although not in the way his words implied.

He stepped into the shower, allowing the hard, hot water droplets slam away any thoughts. The repetitive hits lulled him into a state of robotic movements, as Lorenzo turned off the tap with more force than needed or intended. Quickly throwing on a pair of mismatching pajamas, he rolled into bed with a discontented sigh.

Kathleho Mahlope | 22 | Kierstan

Kat snickered at the man's suggestion, her eyes coldly mirthful. "Sure," she commented wryly. "A ride, in the dark, on my spooky horse, with a random stranger I barely know. Cup of tea." A hint of humour actually entered her voice, her cool composure slowly loosening. She straightened, staring at him with raised eyebrows, her badly hidden mirth clear to see.

"Anyway, it's late. Ash'll be long asleep." She felt no need to explain who Ash was, simply leaving it up for speculation. Although, it was fairly obvious. "Dawn would be better." Kat dropped this nonchalantly, making as if she usually invited strange men on rides at dawn, her favourite time of day.

Astrid | 27 | M: Lorenzo

The woman rolled over and let out a small groaned, her mind not wanting to give up what had happened. Astrid raised herself up out of bed and rumaged through her still neatly packed suitcase. Settling on a small black dress, black biker jacket and her midlength boots which were also black. Astrid had a quick shower before pulling everything on and heading down the small gravel like track, her foot steps giving her away.

She went through the conversation in her head. Lorenzo should know she wouldn't give this up, considering she was stubborn and driven. Astrid finally reached his small cottage and let out a small sigh, slowly regretting her life choices. She stopped by the door and extended her hand out. It was quickly covered in goosebumps as the cold air whipped around also causing her neat straightened hair to once again become slightly curly.

Astrid cleared her throat as she knocked. `` Crawling back to you. Ever thought of calling when, you've had a few. Cause I always do.`` She sang to herself for a moment.

Lorenzo Biancci | 27 | Astrid (as always lol)

Lorenzo had finally dropped off into ignorant sleep, welcoming the unthinking state with pleasure, before he heard a noise outside. He rose groggily, his eyes clenched half-closed as he sleepily put on an oversized hoodie for warmth. The air was cold and icy, raising goosebumps on his legs.

He opened the door slowly, inwardly wincing at the coldness that he knew would increase as soon as he did so. His expression quickly turned from that of sleepiness to one of shock. "Wha- Astrid?" His dark eyes were confused as he unconsciously shoved his messy hair back. "Por dios, Astrid. You gave me a fright."

As if suddenly noticing the cold, he motioned her in. "It's cold, come in. What are you doing here?" He shut the door as soon as she entered, his composure ruffled and confused. He switched on the kitchen light, grabbing a container of guacamole from the fridge. Despite the rather awkward circumstances, he was, by default, a good host to the extreme.

"Chips?" He placed the bowl of avo and Doritos on the table, his movements still lethargic and bewildered.

Astrid dismissed the chips, instead her eyes fell on her hands. Yes, she had thought of what to say but Lorenzo was slightly intimidating. Finally gaining the confidence she cleared her throat again. `` I.. Loren... What... `` She stumbled. Astrid knew she looked ridiculous right now but couldn't care less. `` Lorenzo, what happened?``

Her voice this time was more of a plead. `` Because I know it was none of this zilch or nada you speak of.`` Astrid added. Her whole complexion turned determined and stubborn, the complete opposite of the tired man opposite her.

Lorenzo Biancci | 27 | Astrid

His voice was stoically unfeeling. "I don't know what you're talking about." He kept his eyes low, knowing that if he even glanced momentarily at Astrid's pleading eyes, everything would tear apart. He had already made that mistake when he opened the door; never again.

They sat there in silence and darkness for a few moments, Lorenzo all too aware of the body of air between their two cold bodies, his heart slowly speeding to a rapid beat. "Astrid, I - I can't." He finally summoned up the courage to speak, blinking rapidly.

Had it not been that she couldnt breathe,Sam would have quite easily shuffled away or given some falsely-angered quip.Instead she watched from the side of her eye as he kneeled.It came as unbelieveable shock as he took her hands in his,lifting them gently against his chest - her whole body urging her to fight him.But she couldn't find the strength in her arms to do it,muscles aparently numbed by the whole thing.Remarkably her breathing did slowly calm and become rythmical again,

"Ugh - You're one of those inspirational people.Ever thought of slapping that on a cat poster?"

She had quiped gently,her words quiet,glancing up to his features with a lightly playful look across her own.There was a truth to his words,she realised as they sat silently in thought.The longer she looked at him the more she realised how true they were.Sam was,however, incredibly thankful when he released her hands - glad to retract them back to her body and have full control of them again.

It was so obvious in her pause though,how her body tensed at his offer that it made her uneasy as she glanced to him and the floor repeatedly with a suspicious glint.After a few moments she gingerly placed her hand lightly in his,meeting his eyes with a little apprehension before rising to her feet and pulling him up.It was incredible how strong her dainty frame was.

She'd spoken little words for the walk,simply taking in the wierdly beautiful nature of the surroundings.Sam took particular note in how the leaves of trees seemed to glisten a deep lilac in the light of the moon,giving a superstitious feel.At least that's what she thought - Perhaps he thought different?The Strawberry-blonde couldnt help but steal a few glances in his direction inbetween tucking her wayward hair behind her ear along the way,which was easy enough by how close she was sticking to his shoulder,the silence allowing her to think.It made sense,the whole instructor thing.He was quiet,cool-headed and indifferent in most matters.Would she push it as far as Cold and Stiff like alot of her older trainers?

As they reached the dorms,her walk slowing into an amble - meandering beside him and nearly swaying into him multiple times.She couldnt bring herself to turn to face him,simply halting slowly and waiting a few moments.Sam felt herself do a mental shrug,quickly leaning over to peck his cheek - She figured it was the best way to show she did appreciate his help.There was no way she'd verbally thank him after all,That was totally against her nature.And how tispy she was did help it along.

"G'night Hubby."

She murmured,a stream of giggles leaving her lips - Eyes incredibly bright.And did she just smile at him?A real, contagious smile on her lips as she brushed a little dirt that she guessed had been left from her hands before from his shirt with eyebrows knitted. With this Sam headed inside,something telling her not to wait for his response.She couldnt take any more humour tonight,Alcohol or not.After her shower and Pre-turn in routine,Sam finally flopped onto her bed - Thankful to drift to sleep as quickly as ever.If she didnt,the young woman would be in an even more delicate mood in the morning and she knew it.Lord knows everyone would know it..

Timothy Blue / EI / M: Open.

Dread.

Thats all he felt when he woke up,the feeling consuming his gut immensely.Well,beside the thrashing headache - But that was to be expected after such a long period of obnoxious lighting and alcohol.Still,after a few moments of procrastination Tim managed to literally roll out from under the covers,knowing that if he didnt get up now it would begin a period of hybernation.

The sun was already well-risen by now he realised as the beams penetrated the curtains - pushing on for 10am he saw now with horror.A few moments later he was showered and dressed.The next task - Finding his paracetamol.