La La La LAila (keepinmind) wrote in awoken_rp, @ 2016-08-29 13:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: kieran winter, character: laila bishop, rating: pg-13, status: in progress, type: private |
Date: August 29 2031 [forward-dated]
Time: 2.AM
Location: Their apartment in the Upper West Side
Characters: LailaA Bishop, Kieran Winter
Description: Laila is up late, lost in other peoples memories. Kieran comes home from the bar.
Status/Rating: Private, In Progress, Most likely PG-13
There was little reprieve. It was a ceaseless barrage of words and visions. Other peoples moments were absorbed into her pink matter and then dissipated into her own memories like unwanted dust. Even without the storms, without the whispering of the magic, Laila often struggled to focus. Often she’d stop what she was doing to consider if what she was remembering was something she had done or if it was someone else’s something she had picked up along the way.
Currently she was crumpled into the end of the couch, cushion stuffed under her, throw blanket hanging off one of her knees. Her finger, crowned with a chipped coat of black sparkle nail polish, traced along the colony of bats tattooed on the inside of her wrist.
Batty…just like her.
Across the room, music barked and sizzled out of the high end speakers. The disk spun and the needle tsked on a barely there scratch on each rotation because Laila was that type of girl…The type with a wall of records, a wall of books, a wall of distractions that barely worked in any valuable way.
She had to get it together. She had to pull it in and out and keep everything inside of her in little black compartments. It was an ongoing project....
“I’ve never even had Lilac wine….”
Had she?
The sun is hot, the breeze is hardly moving the tree branches, the ice cubes clink against the side of the glass. She’s on the porch with its haint blue ceiling. It’s peach season.
Who puts ice cubes in wine?
She has an aunt who always puts some in her Chardonnay but she hasn’t seen her in at least 10 years.
The door closing inside the apartment brings her back, drops her back to right now, in her own mind. Kieran’s home and she asks, “How’s it outside?”