| Going My Way? (Tag: Open) |
[30 Mar 2008|09:18am] |
OOC WARNING: this may or may not rapidly become NSFW-no promises, but it is a possibility.
You walked into the party
Like you were walking onto a yacht
Your hat strategically dipped below one eye
Your scarf it was apricot
You had one eye in the mirror
As you watched yourself gavotte
And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner
They'd be your partner, and
You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You're so vain
I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't you?
Freyja sang along with Carly, her voice sexy and low. It was her favorite song, though it never really occurred to her that it was because she really did think the song was about her. She was sitting at her vanity, applying her make up, humming during those parts when actual movement of her mouth would destroy the artwork on the canvas of her face.
It had been a really long time since she had a Saturday night without any actual plans. Not that it was going to stop her. Spontaneity had it's place, too. And it had been far too long since she had actually been able to go out on the prowl. Gliding to her closet, she threw open the doors, rifling through the miles of attire, discarding one possibility after another, until she came upon a red silk blouse with no front closure, one that hung open loosely to nearly her navel, with narrow straps that tied behind the neck, ideal for showing off her bare shoulders and back. Perfect. The short black pencil skirt then. Laying them on her bed, she walked to her dresser, completely ignoring the bras, selecting a black lacy thong and garter stockings, adding them to the pile. Entering the second closet, she retrieved her Christian Louboutin black stilettos, setting them on the floor beside the bed.
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| Wellness (tag: Asklepios) |
[30 Mar 2008|12:58pm] |
Sleep would have been good. A nap taken while comfortably curled around her sister, snuggled like kittens in a pile, would have been both reassuring and beneficial. A little rest for mind and body, giving both a chance to heal, would have been a welcome relief to her battered spirit. Would have been. Should have been. Could have been.
( If not for the nightmares. )
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