A/n
New:
(D/h)= Dominant hand
(nd/h)= non dominant hand
(C)= colour
(C/c to _____) = contrasting colour to _________ [eg. (C/c to 103F/c)= contrasting colour to 103rd favourite colour]
There may be other combinations in later chapters but I'm sure you're smart enough to figure them out yourselves.
Reminder:
(C/c)= contrasting colour
Pronunciations:
Dralina (drah-lee-nah)
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(Y/n)'s p.o.v
"Ahhhhh! Today was fun wasn't it Iva?" I sighed, stretching as I walked through the front door of our room and into the living area.
"It was. The cafes here are amazing and that art gallery was charming." I nodded my head in agreement as I strode over to the window, opening it so I could stick my head out and get a feel of the cool autumn breeze. Glancing over towards the Prism Tower, which was emitting a bright light, I felt at peace. I closed my eyes for a few minutes, enjoying the feeling of being relaxed. Opening them up once more, I shifted my (e/c) orbs towards the passerbys below. The tall street lamps illuminated the pavement with an alluring glow, making anyone who passed under it look like they were glowing.
"Hm?" My eyebrows lifted in surprise, then soon furrowed in confusion as I watched his movements. 'It's that uomo {1} from the restaurant. What could he be doing at this hour?' I thought, leaning out more to get a closer look. He wore a dark purple, button up shirt along with a pair of black pants and polished leather shoes. He stopped, leant against the lamp post and placed his hands into his pockets. A few minutes later, the man checked his watch and sighed sadly, putting his hand back into his pocket.
"Damn it, I should have known she wouldn't come.Why does this always happen?" He looked at either side of the pathway a few times before sighing again and standing up straight. 'Poor thing, he must've got stood up. What kind of woman would do that anyway? Probably some slut that was notorious for breaking the hearts of handsome, young men.' I empathised for the first time in a while as the man walked away, looking as though he was in thought.
"(Y/n)? Is everything okay?" Ivala asked while she held onto my right shoulder.
"Si, va tutti bene {2}." Ivala followed my gaze to the man, "It's just that he seemed to have gotten stood up for a date."
"Forget about him for now, it's getting late and you said you wanted to walk around tomorrow by yourself, no?"
"Si?"
"Well then, you better get to bed if you do so you can wake up early."
"Sì madre, buonanotte madre, si vede nella madre mattina {3}!"
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'Great, I slept in again.' I swung my legs off the side of the bed, rubbing my eyes and stretching. 'Either that or Ivala is trolling me.' I walked towards the open curtains, shutting them with a groan, then getting out a plain, (f/c) shirt, a pair of black 3/4 skinny jeans and (2F/c) sneakers with (c) laces from my wardrobe. I slipped on my clothes and placed my sneakers next to the door as I exited my bedroom. I walked past Ivala on the couch, and into the bathroom where I put my (h/l) (h/c) hair into a low ponytail and clipping my fringe up with a wide, (f/c) clip to match my shirt. Being happy with how my hair looked, I strode back into my room and picked up my (f/g) necklace. Popping out my key stone from it's place, I grabbed a (c/c to f/c) wristband from my bed and placed the key stone into the empty slot. I slid the band on my left wrist before putting on my white socks and (2F/c) sneakers. (Refer to picture)
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