( it's totally flimsy, especially when the person in question is as much of a people reader as elena. she doesn't look convinced, but her suspicion is mildly amused more than anything else. besides, she has her own flimsy excuse at the ready, not that she ends up using it at the last minute.

glancing over to the ornate ballroom doors, she tugs a small breath in. )

I used to be? But sometimes that feels like a lifetime ago.

( and last new year's eve had lucifer nearly killing someone because of her, so that. was a thing. )

I guess I'm trying to see if some things can still matter.