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Aug. 10th, 2004 10:47 amFleur sits along the edge of the roof smoking in the early morning.
Flicking the ashe from her cigarette in her handy tea cup, she contemplates her now short, black nails. Her mother would be proud right now. Her daughter has accept the Proper Way of things. She picked lightly at the fishnets across her thighs. In all honesty, she thought her mother was insane. Black was boring very quickly if not properly accessorized. And her mother never accessorized, unless one counted different hues of steel metal rods along the same lines as a fashionable belt or purse.
She was bored. That never boded well for anyone. When she was bored, she thought instead of acting. When she thought, she always jumped to the wrong conclusions too quickly, and bad things normally happened. The not at all fun kind of bad things.
She missed Ophelia, even though the other girl was right here. She could even see among the grove of evergreens from the roof. But, she wanted Ophelia to be awake and here and lay Fleur's head in her lap while she wove flowers in her hair while she explained again that she found fangs sexy and green scales interesting--she missed Ophelia because when she was near, Fleur felt strong, needed, and more than what she was, and why wasn't she here now to say things would be better and not to worry?
She missed Bernard in a way that surprised her. She missed his weight across her stomach in her sleep. She missed the casual way he would tuck her hair back when it flew everywhere. She always had an itch right behind right ear because that was where he always kissed her when he woke in the morning. Most of all, she was always confused when her cigarettes lasted more than a few quick drags. She and Bernard had always shared. They tasted odd now.
Sighing, she mashes out her cigarette in the tea cup. Thinking would solve nothing in the end.
Flicking the ashe from her cigarette in her handy tea cup, she contemplates her now short, black nails. Her mother would be proud right now. Her daughter has accept the Proper Way of things. She picked lightly at the fishnets across her thighs. In all honesty, she thought her mother was insane. Black was boring very quickly if not properly accessorized. And her mother never accessorized, unless one counted different hues of steel metal rods along the same lines as a fashionable belt or purse.
She was bored. That never boded well for anyone. When she was bored, she thought instead of acting. When she thought, she always jumped to the wrong conclusions too quickly, and bad things normally happened. The not at all fun kind of bad things.
She missed Ophelia, even though the other girl was right here. She could even see among the grove of evergreens from the roof. But, she wanted Ophelia to be awake and here and lay Fleur's head in her lap while she wove flowers in her hair while she explained again that she found fangs sexy and green scales interesting--she missed Ophelia because when she was near, Fleur felt strong, needed, and more than what she was, and why wasn't she here now to say things would be better and not to worry?
She missed Bernard in a way that surprised her. She missed his weight across her stomach in her sleep. She missed the casual way he would tuck her hair back when it flew everywhere. She always had an itch right behind right ear because that was where he always kissed her when he woke in the morning. Most of all, she was always confused when her cigarettes lasted more than a few quick drags. She and Bernard had always shared. They tasted odd now.
Sighing, she mashes out her cigarette in the tea cup. Thinking would solve nothing in the end.
