Lightning splashed the cold water to her face hoping it would shock her enough to stop Lumina's torments from echoing in her head. The water dripped from her nose and chin in heavy droplets and she tried to concentrate on the sound as they hit the sink. She was clutching the fixture so firmly in her effort her fingers were whitening. But it made no use. They shuffled, playing over and over. Lightning shifted her gaze to the mirrored cabinet in front of her. She looked tired.

Just a pretty face.

With a shaking hand she retrieved a small razor blade that was tucked away on the cabinets shelving. She pressed it to her cheek, hand trembling as she fought on what to do. She'd never caused such a visible injury. She wasn't stupid, she knew what people couldn't see they couldn't question. Knew just the right places she could use to keep things secret. But...

Beautiful Fang's voice broke through.

She squeezed her eyes shut trying to steady her hand but still she couldn't do it. With a growl she moved the blade to her arm. Past scares were barely visible, nothing but faint silvery lines. She hated it, she missed the angry red scratches. It sounded insane even to her, but they were like badges she'd earned and now they were gone. Her eyes were blurry as she tried to make her hand move, but it was like someone was holding it still, keeping it in place.

She screamed in anger, launching the blade across the room. It bounced off the wall before landing on the floor and Lightning joined it. Pounding on the ground in frustration at her inability. No one was here except her so her anger at least could find release.

Fang walked into her room and closed the door behind her, deciding it was more comfortable than the living room. Vanille had text her about working late on her way back home so it seemed a good a plan as any. She bounced onto her bed, leaning over to place her phone in its docking station and putting it on shuffle. She relaxed back onto the bed with a sigh, hands behind her head leisurely with one leg bent up as the other bobbed on top of it to the rhythm of the music.

She smiled to herself remembering the days victory. Yea it had started just as rocky as usual, but Lightning had spoken to her, not an accusation or an insult but an actual offering. She had been nice in a round about sort of way and Fang wasn't about to split hairs about it.

She was taking a good long look too Fang reminded herself gleefully. Maybe there was something there. She bit her lower lip. The woman sure was beautiful and intriguing. And the most interesting bit of all was the pinkettes slight hesitance when leaving. Hardly noticeable, but still there.

Fang glanced at her phone, she had the sudden urge to be able to contact the woman but with a sigh of disappointment realised that she couldn't. Did Lightning even have a phone? Maybe she'd chance finding out tomorrow. Maybe the pinkette would even give out her number.

That'd be real nice. Fang smirked to herself.