hippolyta flynn has a pistol for a mouth (vexatiously) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-05-31 22:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !narrative, hippolyta flynn |
listen to the song here in my heart.
Who: Hippolyta Flynn (ft. random sister)
What: Shhh, I'm training.
Where: Around, mostly her mother's shop
When: Throughout the month
Rating: For a Flynn narrative, pretty tame
Status: Complete!
In the days that followed Councilor Matsudaira's visit, in the aftermath of her near-assault, Flynn didn't find much time to follow his instructions. If she found time to do anything at all, it was to lay facedown in bed, not do any geomancy training, her exhaustion like a plague upon her. Tending to the shop on weekends alone had been a chore, but to manage it almost full-time? It was a disaster waiting to happen. "Making friends?" a voice crooned from over her shoulder, jarring her from her thoughts from where she stood, staring at the calla lilies for too long. Una smiled; it wasn't a particularly nice smile. She wanted to punch something. Something hard, enough to make a dent in it if she could, as long as it showed she'd accomplished something. How in the name of Ajora's tits did anyone get a leaf to bend to their whims? Was there some sort of special mindset one had to be in? Was there a special trick to it? |