kayleebug (kayleebug) wrote in bizarre_city, @ 2013-01-27 22:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | kaylee moreau |
February 27, 2013
Tristan, Gabriel, and Kaylee
Andrew's house
Morning
Kaylee's confinement wasn't so awful. It was boring sometimes, like now, when Tristan did his stupid "perimeter check" without her. She had argued and argued that she she would be just fine walking with him, and wasn't that the idea, for him to keep an eye on her? But no, Abel said. So she was wandering again, trying to find something new to do in a house she'd been stuck in for literally weeks.
When she heard Tristan cussing up a storm on the porch steps outside, she could have died from the relief. She went to open the door, to see what all his fussing was about, though she didn't cross that precious threshold just yet. She had the athame with her, clutched in one hand, just in case something was amiss. She made for a silly sight perhaps, in a simple little pink dress and the most adorable knit white stockings she could find. With Tristan around, she had made it a point to put more effort into her around-the-house looks. Her hair fell straight today, half tied back, and she had taken the time for make up. Andrew gave her shit about it, but she didn't have a problem telling him to shut up.
"What are you freaking out about?" She was looking around, and finding nothing.