[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/r5MA4gk.png[/img][h3][sup]━━━[color=9d78bd]❝[/color] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fRinzjIxEJ4][color=white]ʟᴀᴜɴᴄʜɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴇɴᴅʟᴇss sᴋʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ʟɪɢʜᴛs ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴍᴇ[/color][/url] [color=9d78bd]❞[/color]━━━[/sup][/h3][/center]She probably should have gone home, but Amaris had somehow managed to win her stare down with Michelle that evening. It was a petulant and childish action perhaps more accurately described as a stubborn tantrum, but it wasn’t unexpected. Rare were the moments where Amaris [i]wanted[/i] to go back to her apartment. Some of the newer staff members whispered about it when they thought she couldn’t hear—why did Amaris refuse to relocate if she was never going to spend time there in the first place? It was easier to pretend she didn’t hear them than to try and acknowledge the reality. 

[i][color=B592D2]‘Ugh… but can’t we do something about these aftereffects?’[/color][/i] Amaris ran a hand over the back of her neck, her nerves jittering in oversensitive protest. Cornerstone to her persona or not, piercing anything substantial as her own arrow always left a messy aftermath of hypersensitivity. The evening breeze might have been nice, had it not felt like rubbing raw skin on cheap canvas. Nevertheless, Amaris kept to the skyline, a fresh coat heavy on her shoulders and the dull sound of reports buzzing in her ear. Distant scratches at the corner of her mind to try and wear down the anger still burning in her gut. 

It was annoying, really, that the best distraction from her distaste of Talents was to act as one herself.

[color=B592D2]“Did you put me somewhere quiet so I’d get bored and go home?”[/color] The question was directed to an absent presence as Amaris’s feet settled on a rooftop. A soft, bitter scoff given by the dark-haired Talent was the only response. There was no doubt that the staff members obligated to deal with her peculiarities knew how she would respond. Going home would let the anger fester into a toxin that threatened to eat her whole. Without giving herself the time to hesitate, the Moon Arrow rose into the air again, one hand securing her coat more firmly against her body. A shower of sparks spread beneath the surface of her skin in a prickling swarm, yet the woman’s expression barely shifted to show the discomfort.

[i][color=B592D2]‘I’ll go back when Remy’s out of training.’[/color][/i]

Just a bit longer. She could manage it all for a little bit longer.