judas_ophidia (judas_ophidia) wrote in darkcarnivale, @ 2011-05-10 17:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | colette leroy, judas / ophidia |
Who: Judas and OPEN
What: Judas wants to make friends
Where: The fairgrounds/in front of Jiayi's trailer
When: Mid afternoon/Early Evening
Rating: TBD
First, it had been the silk. A wide swath of smooth fabric the dusky purple of the sky just before true dark, that he'd found in the very back of a tiny craft store he'd been perusing for costume fabric of his own.
Jiayi's face had popped into his head, stern and forbidding but also beautiful, and he knew he had to get this for her. The package had turned up on her proverbial doorstep, carefully-wrapped and anonymous; that had been the first, three months prior.
A present every week, or so, some he was positive the woman would like, some less so. A padded comforter in black, soft organic cotton; a collar studded with purple jewels. Tiny bells on a string, that could be part of a costume. Books of history, of plants, fantasy novels, a tale about Bast. Chocolates (he couldn't find anything better, in that tiny town). Another ream of silk, this one so fine it was practically transparent, and shaded in the colors of sunrise.
He hoped she liked them.
He hoped he was brave enough to tell her he was the one gifting him. Jiayi scared him, and awed him...and he wanted to know her, even if he didn't particularly think she wanted to know him very much. He just didn't like having enemies, not really, and even if they couldn't be friends--though he very much wanted to be friends--they could at least be...well...not-enemies. Acquaintances, maybe.
Tonight, the present was a bracelet, in hammered gold, with rainbow opals set at even intervals around its circumference. She went with all-black fur, sometimes...he thought it would look good, against that. And it was one of those cuff bracelets, so it would adjust a bit to fit, just in case...
The sun was just setting when he crept up to the trailer the sisters shared. He hadn't seen any of his gifts in the trash, thus far, so at least he knew they weren't being thrown away...what they were being used for, he had no idea. He hoped she liked this one, too.
So focused was he on the task at hand that if anyone had seen him he wouldn't have noticed. They could have been right behind him, and he wouldn't realize it, not until either they got his attention or he turned to go...