Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30887024-20171019224436/@comment-30887024-20171129090637

"Well it's not a hole for us to stare into," Maureen rolls her eyes. I'd rather stare at something else. In all truth, Maureen is not fond of staring. Being in the tower her whole life, there were too many things to stare at and drive her Wonderland levels of mad.

But, for some reason, Maureen feels like she can stare at Meredith forever. She can watch Meredith's eyes and try to separate the blue and green into each their own beautiful color. She can fixate on the stark black hair, counting every strand that did not mix.

Before she can really start staring, Maureen realizes she needs to drown her head in sharp cold water. There isn't a rub-a-dub tub of that available, so Maureen takes the next best and closest thing.

"This... is what the hole is for," she takes a lingering look at Meredith, her back is facing the chasm and her heels are teetering over the edge. Maureen closes her violet eyes and falls backward, her cloak flying upward as if trying to pull her back in.