[Edward freezes at once, flounders a bit in the sheets, and whirls around, eyes wide to face the window. He's already reaching for a book on the bedside table to fling, because a voice at his window usually means Ling, and the last thing he wants is that damn prince flirting with him like this, but he stops short at the familiar - yet not - face.
It takes a moment to click, and in the span of that moment he forgets the fact that he doesn't sound or look entirely like himself right now.]
[Day 6]
It takes a moment to click, and in the span of that moment he forgets the fact that he doesn't sound or look entirely like himself right now.]
...Elicia?