mournful ambition / stella & elaina ( blitz )

"Come with me."

Her arm hooks through Elaina's in the time it takes to speak — her eyes are still red and puffy, but she'll just blame it on some secret allergy. "You get around. I mean," she clears her throat to hide her voice cracking, having to pull herself back from lashing out now that she's hurting. It'd be easy. The target's right there.

"You know what's going on. Cleo's dead." It takes her breath away for a moment when she says it, a sudden gasp she covers up by stopping in her tracks, turning Elaina to face her. "And we're going shopping. Classes are cancelled, don't freak out." She puts on her winning smile, mind over matter. She lost her grip on control.

Time to win it back.

"I don't have near enough black in my closet."

A beat, her fingers gently squeeze Elaina's arm.

"And I need a new best friend, yeah?"