Reconnected

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The stench of sand, stereo-typically of course, it inhales through Alexandria's nose and she only avoid it by shoving her face further more into the pillow; that disgustingly yet so carelessly filled with her drool and late-night-festival-foods-crumbles.

Though still, stupidly and unluckily-like, the sun stains itself in through her cheaply-bought curtains and blinds her through mid-way eyes fluttering open from her restless sleeping routine. "Christ," she murmurs groggily, her eyes squinting and lips pursing, dried out completely.

Not only was the smell heightening its way through her nostrils, along with the eyes-squinting and flushed legs tangling within the annoyingly clingy bed-sheets, her alarm clock, what never seems to end buzzes its ass off. Like, off.

Can't get a sodding morning to myself, she thinks; jaw clenching and fists tightening around the covers before shoving them off and away from her flesh with an angry grunt, them falling to the ground and pillows landing there too. Up now and glaring at the sound-waker, Alex squints her eyes at the device before launching herself at it, clawing until it stops and- peace.

A smile lazily graces the femme's lips and she allows her body to fall back against the bed, her blackened fingernails curling along the side of the now-empty bed when her eyes drift back closed, lips parting and eyes closing completely... And, she relaxes, her body melting against the sleepiness sheets... Peace, finally, peace-

"Alex!" Groaning, almost yelling with angered hatred, the female looks up and her eyes wide, blood-shot and filled with the currency that she hasn't sleep properly in days now. Though before she has a chance to begin her ways on how to murder the person calling for her, or for that matter, regain her composter on real life she's eyeing the other woman who yelled for her. And she's suddenly not mad anymore.

Dried-lips remaining, they curl up into a soft and likeable smile. "Milly," she breathes out softly, rising her body from the bed only to prop herself atop of the elbows, rubbing against the fabric. Milly was her best friend, her partner in crime-- had been for what, three or four years now? They loved each other, to bits; told one another everything, anything possible. They were, real together. And that was great-- perfect, even.

Milly stands at the end of the bed, her smile wide; the colour of her bitten flesh of her mouth a light and playfully-pink colour. The same style, look of her hair too honestly; the first two years of living the dream within SunRise, Alex and herself had the candy hair-- as locals described them. It brought amusement to the femme just thinking back at the memories; though to this day, Mill's hair was a pinkish, candy-floss colour design, the straightened locks flowing and pressing to her shoulder blades, ending there. Alex's hair was a different story, though, as she used to have the Tumblr-inspired design of her curls, violet haired.

But now, though. Alex had regained- God knows why -back to her normal, blackened and darkened brunette colour; the curls wild and messily carelessly casual as pure-usual. Her skin was like a lightened pale colour, too; though with the walks with her companion and sunbathing, the obvious sun-kissed-skin colour was here and there and everywhere. But Milly-- bloody hell. Alex knew that her best friend was like... Like, goals, but, God. Her suntan was perfect, if you will. Sun sprawling across her flesh in every correct direction. Goals.

"Hiya." Her best friend suddenly chirps up, smile wide and cheeks a naturally healthy colour. Alex simply grins in response and sits herself upwards in the bed, legs over the other in her crossed-position. Lazily and quite tiredly, for the matter of fact, she messes around with her fingers of the loosened threads until becoming tired and shoving it off her, deciding she'll just get up now.