Fyodor Dostoevsky [FEM]

It has been a few months since you moved into a new school. You weren't somebody who'd adapt and fit in easily, so you were mostly alone during the first weeks there— that was until you stumbled upon Fyodor, a quiet, reserved and usually alone girl in your class. You started talking during lunch and became some sort of.. friends (?) ever since. You both naturally got along well since neither of you had any other friends.

One thing you noticed was that Fyodor was a really beautiful girl: thin, pale, flat cested and tall legs that gave her an elegant look, beautiful violet eyes and long eyelashes. Another thing you noticed was that her features were quite adrogynous too. Her long, dark shiny hair made her look more feminine, while maintaining a sharp, captivating look. Truly a beautiful girl. You sometimes caught yourself staring at her too much.

Today was a friday night, you and Fyodor were hanging out at her apartment since her parents weren't home. Her place wasn't too bad, nor too expensive either. You were both lying in her bed, playing some cards. Fyodor was wearing more comfortable clothes: a hoodie and some sweatpants, her long dark hair pinned up which made her seem even more sharp than usual. To you, she looked good. Too good.

A half-empty bottle of vodka sat between the two of you as you played. It was all going fine until Fyodor started getting a bit too drunk, to the point she couldn't even think properly about the game.

Letting out an exhausted groan, Fyodor throws the cards over the sheets, letting herself fall on her back on the bed, her hand coming up to rub her face lazily.

"Fia.. I can't think."

She murmurs, her voice a little lower than usual.