Rhiannon Was In A Cult And Has Only Recently Gotten Away - Blog Posts

Rhiannon didn’t answer right away. She sat with her legs tucked close, toes curling slightly against the wood as if feeling for something unseen. She had always enjoyed going barefoot, connecting to the world beneath her feet. It was something she had done since she was small, living back at the compound. The night air stirred the loose strands of her hair, and she let her gaze drift beyond the patio, toward the sky, the trees, anything but him. Finally, she nodded. “Yes.” A simple answer, quiet but firm.

Another pause, as if she were testing the weight of the words before letting them go. “Too much…everything.” Her fingers traced absent patterns against her knee. “I'm not used to being around strangers, and I've never been to a party before, so the noise is...more than I expected.”

She tilted her head slightly, finally looking at him. “Your head still spins out here?” Her tone wasn’t quite concerned, more curious like she was cataloguing his response the same way she might observe a bird tilting its head before taking flight.

Kit let his other eyelid open as she climbed onto the patio with him. A small part of him thought it would be easier to get up and leave but with the pounding headache he was experiencing he knew he was in no state to be walking back to his place. He mentally adds this as another reason to not go out to parties, on top of the loud music and heavy amounts of people. Despite this, he did find himself being grateful that she'd come onto the patio quietly and hadn't been loud or come out to throw up over the side.

He wasn't sure if he should respond, or in fact how he should respond. It would be rude for him to tell her to leave and the promise of the quiet in the night air was too welcoming for him to ignore. "You can stay." He said with a sigh, leaning his head back once again. He pressed a finger to his temple as they sat in a few moments of silence but was still finding it hard to relax.

Kit turned his head to look at her as she spoke, getting a good look at her since she'd joined him outside. "They're a lot." He replied truthfully. "The music, the crowds, it all makes my head spin." He added. After a few moments of silence he speaks again. "I'm assuming you're the same."