Bleeding souls

(GOODBYE?)

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Ishaan, still in a sleepy daze, slowly opens his eyes. He rubs the sleepiness away and sits up in bed. It takes him a moment to adjust to the change in surroundings and the bright morning light filtering in through the window. When he finally registers where he is and what has happened the night before, he lets out a soft groan.

He gets up from the bed, his hair disheveled and his eyes still heavy with sleep.

Ishaan: rubs his eyes, yawning "Oh man, that was quite a night. I need coffee..."

He stretches his arms overhead, his muscles sore from sleeping in an odd position. As he begins to make his way out of the room, he hears voices coming from the dining room. It sounds like his mom and Vanya.

Curiosity piqued, he quietly pads towards the dining room, trying not to make too much noise. He stops just outside the doorway, peering into the room to get a glimpse of what's happening inside.

He sees his mom watching over Vanya, who still looks a little worse for wear from the night before. He can't help but smirk at the sight of Vanya, her head lying on the table and the effects of the alcohol still very much evident in her appearance.

as he walks in the dinning room, his mom's eyes fall on his unbearable look, she speaks but her voice full of sarcasm

his mom: "Oh, you're awake now, huh? Will you have tea or coffee, Your Majesty?"

Ishaan cringes slightly at his mom's sarcasm. He knows he looks disheveled and probably a bit of a mess right now, but he can't help that after the night he's had. He tries to smooth down his hair and rub the sleep from his eyes before responding.

Ishaan: voice still rough with sleep "Hey, Ma. Coffee, please. Black. And stop with the sarcasm, alright? I've got a headache already without needing yours too."

Vanya: morning..

Ishaan's gaze drifts towards Vanya, who has finally lifted her head from the table. Her voice is groggy and her eyes bloodshot from the night before. He can't help but feel a pang of guilt as he takes in her disheveled appearance.

Ishaan: voice soft, laced with concern "Hey...morning. How are you feeling?"

Vanya: uncomfortable...This dress might look nice, but honestly, it's pretty uncomfortable to wear.

Ishaan glances at Vanya's revealing dress from the previous night and can't help but agree with her sentiment. It does look nice on her, but he can only imagine how uncomfortable it was to sleep in it.

Ishaan: rubs his eyes, still a bit bleary "Yeah, I can only imagine. That dress was made for dancing, not sleeping in. You should probably change into something more comfortable."

Vanya: "Okay, drop me off at my hotel quickly. I have to pack up my belongings from hotel...i don't have much time..

Ishaan's heart sinks slightly at her words. The thought of saying goodbye to her so soon, especially after the night they shared, leaves him feeling a bit empty.

Ishaan: voice quiet, hiding his disappointment "Right...hotel. Yeah, I'll drop you off. Just give me a moment to freshen up, okay?"

Ishaan's mom, who has been watching their interaction silently, finally pipes up.

Ishaan's mom: "Sit down, Vanya. I'll make you some breakfast. You both look like you need it."

She gives Ishaan a subtle look, which he understands as a cue to not argue. He nods reluctantly and takes a seat at the table besides Vanya, waiting for his mother to prepare breakfast.