Olivia and River don't (shootempolitely) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2012-10-28 01:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | nick fury, roy mustang |
Who: Olivia and open to anyone.
What: Saturday morning art gallery visits. It's like church. But paintings.
Where: Unnamed art-gallery!
When: Early on Saturday.
She had waited until the bruises had faded. They were a dull red circlet around her throat, a tracery and map of violence across the familiar landscape of her own skin. Olivia had stood in the misted bare white of her own bathroom day after day and looked at them calmly, until they were all but gone. It was, of course, nothing at all. Just bruises. The lead weight of whispered paranoia once heavy on her shoulders was now equally familiar, bare of intent, of meaning. None of it had anything at all to do with her, with here. With now.
Now was a week culminating in a request sent to her Blackberry at ten to six on Friday. She had had steak, weeping bloodily but neatly, on a plate inside her fridge all day, with the absolute intention to show it a pan and to eat it, with wine and with music and with her legs enmeshed in the softest of silly blankets bought to adorn a sofa she rarely sat on. But of course, by the time she was home light was bleeding in past the curtains and the steak did not get eaten and the wine was not drunk and she kicked off her ridiculously high, fawn-colored shoes and went straight past the sofa and to bed.
Now was the early part of Saturday, a Saturday that was quiet because the light outside was steel gray and quiet. Her shoes were an impractical height and an impractical color -- somewhere between smudged charcoal and blue -- and the sound was clear and hard and empty against the bare wooden floors of the gallery. There was no suit as Olivia stood and looked at the paintings with the hungry look of someone who understands brush-strokes and tempura, oil and living art, there was only a soft, dark green jersey sort of thing. She walked between paintings with the hush of someone at church, someone giving respect to things much greater than they themselves.