Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-10337166-20150706054658/@comment-26130578-20150707001640

The alcohol started to take effect on Prism as her heartbeat quickened. Never before had someone bothered to spend their time to help her like this. Vermont's gaze, combined with the alcohol and the dim lighting, triggered her emotions to churn. The barrier that repressed her personal problems for years wanted to collapse.

"I- um, well... About ten or so years ago--no, earlier--my elder sister and I dreamed of becoming like our parents. We studied hard, and they praised us. But... What was the point if they always wanted her to be their heir?!" Prism took a deep drink. "I studied, trained, fulfilled their expectations... for nothing..." The woman was becoming flustered. She took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes, then loosened her tie again as she reached for the bottle of bourbon.