๐ถ๐๐ ๐พ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐ท๐ถ๐ท๐ถ ๐๐ถ๐๐ถ (mallegory) wrote in 4bidden,
After thoroughly scrubbing the towel through her hair, Mallory tossed it over the shower rod to air-dry, and carded her fingertips through her hair in an attempt to appear presentable. Shrugging on her fringed cardigan, Mallory tiptoed out of the bathroom to grab her backpack portfolio and guitar case to lug around town in search of an area to set up to make some quick cash.
Mallory lived what her parents referred to as a โtransient lifestyleโ; she flitted from one job to another when boredom inevitably struck, and roomed with a roulette of acquaintances when she needed a place to crash. Mallory had attended classes during the day, like she promised her parents she would, and worked deep into the night doing whatever per diem gig she landed. The more pursuits Mallory had to pull her focus, the less time she spent dwelling on the tiny voice in her head that possessed the limited vocabulary of โunreliableโ and โflakyโ.
She figured returning homeโhome, to her, meant familyโwould do her spirit some good, and then sheโd disappear again, lured by the next adventure. But Mallory soon realized that life back home had continued in her absence, and was surprised at how misplaced she felt. The werewolf knew she only had herself to blame, always intending to nourish the seeds she left in her wake but never remembered to plant. And now everything had grown over. But Mallory had always been self-reliant, carving her own path.
โMaybe Iโm not indecisive,โ she argued with herself in a whisper, lifting her backpack, โI want the world or nothing.โ Mallory shrugged; it was much too early for philosophy. About to wander out into the first rays of the sun, her brow furrowed, backtracking her steps until she reached the kitchen in search of the gentle greeting.
โOh,โ Mallory whispered, surprised. She looked from Bella to her cup of coffee, casting a brief glance at the door before setting her backpack onto the floor. โPlease, thank you.โ She settled onto a chair near Bellaโs after helping herself to a cup, and frowned slightly as she traced the rim of the mug with her finger. โFuck, Iโm sorry. Did I wake you?โ