Everything happened in a flash, as she fell backwards. She hit her head hard on the floor, and was trying to keep from throwing up. "A-arse-" She squished her face tightly together, gripping at the hard wood floor. Slowly though she relaxed enough, to breath slow and steady. "W-what the hell was that?" She asked in a hoarse tone.
"What the hell was what?" Arsen asked sharply, more harshly than he had intended.
Blinking a few times, she realized she was starring up at his face. "I just… got really- nevermind. I wasn't expecting to fall backwards. That's all." She mumbled, holding the back of her head. Wincing as she sat up, she looked back up to him. "You seriously need to watch the tone of your voice."
"Or what?" Arsen held the door open for her, but when she stayed sitting, he held out his hand to her with a look of annoyance.
Ignoring his hand, she pushed herself up, and held her head in her hands. "I might legitimately cry. And I don't think you want an emotional break down happening, do you?" She hummed, kicking her shoes into the room.
"Not particularly." He scowled and shut the door to the main room, before turning to her. Having not turned the lights on when he first entered, his profile was dark against the doorway, the light from the hall outside leaking through the cracks on between the doorframe and the heavy wooden door. His features were almost unrecognizable. He moved away from the door and walked over to his room, before turning and glancing at Joanna. His eyes glowed slightly for a moment, a deep red, before he went into the room and closing the door.
The chills she had run down her back and neck were rather violent. She found herself backing away from him, a sense of fear overflowing her. Was she sleeping in the same hotel room as a psychopath? "N-night." She called out softly, before quickly ducking into her room. Sleep wasn't going to come tonight, she knew that for sure.
(You wanna timeskip.)
(Sure! To when?)
(Maybe we skip a day or two, to the day of the party. So possibly they can figure out what has been going on with the two of them. I've got a feeling a couple more episodes happened during the two or so days.)
(Oh boy, yeah. Sure! Do you want me to start, or do you want to?)
(Would you possibly mind? I want to write something decent, but I’m on my phone rn)
(Sure! I'm a bit busy at the minute, but I'll do my best!)
(Take your time! If I get in my computer before you respond, I might end up writing a response.)
Arsen fixed his tie in the mirror and scowled at his appearance. Sure, he looked amazing, but he really wasn't in the mood. Ever since that night at the restaurant, he and Jo didn't seem to be getting along. They needed every opportunity to fight. To add to that, he had been getting splitting headaches as well, and weird flashes of visions about the Powells and Joanna. It was weird, and, frankly distracting.
He shook his head, turning away from the mirror and moving to the door of his room. It was the night of the party, and boy, was he ready for this to be done. He shook his head and turned the knob before going into the main area of the hotel to wait for Jo.
Unlike Arsen, Joanna was having a terrible time getting ready. It felt like she was entirely cursed. Knowing the week she had, it was very likely. Anytime she tried to talk to Arsen, it turned into a heated argument. She couldn’t say anything without ticking him off.
Though right now she really needed his help. Her makeup and hair wasn’t going well at all, and she hadn’t slept more than an hour and a half. She couldn’t think straight, tears of frustration running down her cheeks. “Just ask him, if he says no then deal with it.” She told herself, walking out of the bathroom. Having washed her face seven separate times, he skin was clear of makeup.
“A-Arsen?” She asked weakly, pushing her bedroom door open just slightly.
He was on the couch, staring moodily into space. He turned his head slightly when he heard her voice, and the now-familiar pounding headache started to build between his temples. "Yes?" He bit out, trying to sound polite. Lights flashed before his vision and be shook his hand, silvery magic sweeping between his fists, calming the sharp edge of his headache, although it still remained. "Is there something wrong?"
Giving him a pained expression, she sighed, dropping her gaze to the floor. "I… I need help. I can't focus, everything is a disaster." No, she wasn't trying to guilt trip him into helping her, it hurt her pride immensely just asking for his help. So in her best attempt to humble herself, she looked up to him. "I wouldn't ask if I had another choice, but I've been at this for twenty minutes and it's going nowhere. Please, help me, and after this I won't ever talk to you again. I won't ask you for anything, I won't even make snarky comments when I walk by." She was literally begging at this point, green eyes brimming with tears.
He sighed and stood, moving toward her. He just wanted her to stop begging. "Help with what?" He asked as gently as he could. "Your makeup?"
"Makeup, hair. I honestly don't know where to start." She sighed, putting her head in her hands. 'Thank you, special ability.' She would've smirked for swaying him so quickly, but she didn't want him to ask questions. "I'm sorry, I just… can't. I can't do anything right." Joanna mumbled, lifting her head. "Do you really not mind?"
"Of course I mind," he said, voice tired. "But if we want to stay under cover, then we need to be perfect." He sighed. "What is the dress again? I need to know what, so that I can help with the best style and colors."
Running a hand through her red hair, she glanced up at him. She had to admit, he looked really, really good in his suit. "Matte black. I has a silver necklace, and earrings to wear with it." She offered to him, in a soft tone trying to be polite.
Arsen pursed his lips and sighed. He pulled off his jacket - it was too hot, anyway - and rolled up his sleeps, putting his hands on his hips and surveying her extensive makeup. "Do a more simple hairdo," he said finally. "Mostly down, with some waves or whatever for the rest. And some silvery for the makeup, and a little bit of blue and purple. Not too much, though. You don't want to look like you painted your face with road paint."
Nodding softly, she pulled her hair back into a messy bun so she could work on her makeup. "I don't understand why you're so much better at this than I am. It doesn't seem fair." She mumbled, patting her face down with a makeup sponge for foundation. "Do you have sisters or something? Or is it something you just have from practice?"
"I… I don't know," Arsen mumbled, as he thought about it. He really didn't know. He just… knew. The way to put on makeup, how to add the right colors, what went with what. Girl stuff. Why did he know this? He winced as a pounding headache rapidly built, lights flashing in his vision. He hissed and rubbed his temples, clenching his eyes shut until the pain passed.