Ella Claire Gainsborough {Beauty} (bookshelved) wrote in bellumletale, @ 2010-01-19 13:06:00 |
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The first time you see her, she's stretched out on her dais, and you think it only fitting. She's the sort who should be where everyone can see; confident and cat-like and everything you've always wished for yourself. She's the sort you wanted to befriend in elementary school; pretty and never too-gangly or too pudgy for her age. She's the sort that you envied in high school; sure and desired by every boy on the football team. She's the sort you watched from afar in college; tried to emulate and mirror. She's the sort you looked up to at your first job; defiant in the face of male competition. You imagine that she lives in an apartment covered in prints and silks, that her bed is a mysterious place that hides behind drapes and things that jingle softly. Her bathrobe is made of red silk, and her hair always looks perfectly mussed in the morning. She's never met a man that didn't want her, and she's never met a woman who didn't either (hidden somewhere deep inside). She has a lover who would die for her, and despite outward appearances she loves her partner more than the sun and the moon combined. She's open in all things, and her smile lights up a room, and her tears make everyone around her cry. She's not someone easily forgotten, The Heroine. And if everything you imagine about her isn't reality, it doesn't change the fact that it should be; because even on that first, wordless meeting, you could see the kindness lingering just beneath the skin, under all that confidence and perfection. She's not someone easily forgotten, and you think, with conviction, that no one ever should. |