| Pretty Pretty Princesses |
[Dec. 4th, 2009|06:27 pm] |
Delilah was out doing errands, picking up a few things for the apartment she shared with her husband, adjoining the one where his brothers lived. Mostly though, she was acquiring some new clothing for the twins, who were growing like weeds as they left their preschool years behind. Annamarie and Emily both stayed close enough to be shadows, having had enough lectures about the dangers of the Nexus and being old enough that Delilah could trust they wouldn't wander off.
She was leaving the fabric store with several yards of different colors to turn into dresses for the girls when she bumped into someone.
"Oh! Pardon me!" she exclaimed, reaching a hand out to catch the woman before she fell, then recognized her. "Filia!" Delilah smiled. "It's been..." She blinked. "...a ...while."
"Mama!" Emily said, "Lady Filia's sparkling!"
"She's so pretty, Mama!" Annamarie agreed.
Filia blushed and stammered. "Ah, there... ah, it's a lol, you see, um. I, um. I drank something."
"Oh, dear." Delilah pressed a hand to her cheek. "Are you quite all right?"
"Ah, yes. It's... it's quite harmless, really. All it does, it just sparkles, it makes me sparkle! I just drank some juice," Filia said, and Delilah bit back a laugh. She had no doubt that Filia actively sought out the sparkles. In many ways, Filia did fit the legends of dragons.
"Mama! Can we get some sparkle-juice too?" Emily pleaded.
"Please, Mama? We want to sparkle and be pretty too, please, please, oh, please?" her twin joined in.
Delilah looked at them and sighed, then looked at Filia. "Are you certain it's just juice, and that it's absolutely harmless?"
Filia nodded. "There's other drinks there, but there's juice too. Look for a redheaded woman at the sign."
Delilah looked down at the hopeful, wide eyes of her daughters, and shook her head in exasperation. "Oh, very well. Filia? Could you please do me a favor and see them home? William and I refuse to take them anywhere near the sign."
"Oh, of course, certainly!" Filia said. "Do you want me to take any of those bags for you too?"
"Would you, please? That would be terribly helpful, thank you so much," Delilah told her. "Now you two, be good for Filia and mind her the way you mind your papa and I, understand?"
"Yes, Mama! Thank you, Mama!" Both twins hugged her tight, then moved over to Filia as Delilah walked on to the sign. |
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| GIP |
[Dec. 3rd, 2009|04:54 pm] |
GIP.
Because it had to be done.
Image and text from here.
(Yoinkable with creds) |
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| In which there will be sparkles and an attempt at sexy? |
[Nov. 29th, 2009|08:07 pm] |
Why did she think she could do this. Why oh why oh whyyyyyyyyy.
She'd already sent out the notes to both her boyfriends the previous day to meet her at her apartment at the same time, though neither were informed that their alt would be there as well. She was wearing the corset and underwear she'd found that would hopefully distract the both of them from killing eachother underneath the loose side-tie dress she was currently wearing. It was all set and ready for her to make her try or be thoroughly embarrassed trying.
What she had failed to prepare for was how the hell she was going to top the BOTH of them into this in the first place! Idiot idiot idiot...!
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...WTF?