i: I Feel You

It's a drink, and Jessica desperately needs one after finding herself here in the middle of some kind of fuck-fest. She drinks more than her fair share, because someone wants to drink herself into waking up from this bullshit drug dream. That's what it was to be, right?

Nope. But she's at least feeling not quite so anxious, not quite so angry, and she settles in with a large mug of it, sipping and pretending that she can just figure this out somehow. She's unaware of anything else until soft thoughts start to make their way into her head that don't feel like hers. That has her jerking her head up and looking over at the person who'd sat down beside her. She would have normally ignored them, like she did at any bar she frequented, but there was... something. Thoughts. Words. Feelings. She looks over suspiciously at the person next to her. "Did you say something?"

ii: Is This Desire

She'd found herself leaving the festivities as night fell, not wanting to be around anyone else since there was just one thing after another with people falling all over each other, and she felt... odd. Like someone was trying to wheedle into her head. Had she been told to stay out of the forest? Yes. More than once. Was she going to listen? Fuck no. Maybe the forest held a way out of there. But it was the walking and the getting away from the noise that let her know how tired she was. Mentally, not quite physically, but then- ah. It was the scent that drew her first. Fresh, crisp and sweet. She hadn't been near an apple tree since that class trip where they all went to the orchard back before her accident, but that smell stuck with her. Fresh, sweet apples. God, she was hungry. Thirsty. She grabbed one and took a bite without really thinking of it.

It wasn't until she'd finished that she realized she'd made a mistake. After the drink, she'd planned on avoiding anything not packaged here, which might be hard to come by, but she figured fruit off a tree was safe.

Fruit off a tree was not safe. She felt a sudden heat bloom through her, something that had her squeezing her thighs and pressing a hand to her stomach as if that could just make it stop. "Goddammit," she bit out, looking at the almost finished apple in her hand in disgust before dropping it. With all the stupid fairy tales about apples, she should have known better. Instead, she was going to find herself drawn back to the festival, the music filling her ears and the potential for a warm body filling her thoughts. Her cheeks were flushed when she leaned against the wall of a nearby building, eyeing the male bodies that strolled past with an obvious hunger. That hunger will grow if an eye catches hers.

iii: Wildcard?

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