Svetlana (ravenmaiden) wrote in halcyon_houses, @ 2008-01-16 22:22:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | kissy, svetlana |
Week Two : Wednesday Night
Who: Svetlana and Kissy
When: The Evening
Where: Zephir House
Svetlana threw open her closet and eyed its contents. This just simply wasn't going to do. She had enough clothes to keep her going for at least a month and never wear the same outfit but what was she going to do then? She had to leave over half her clothes with her sisters when she came here and she just knew they were out wearing them right now. Pouting she began to flip through the dresses and skirts. She wanted to wear something cute. She had been wearing these boring skinny jeans and stylishly baggy blouse all day and she just felt too bohemian. Somewhere in here there had to be something for her inner Hollywood goddess. Something that Faina hadn't stolen while she was trying to pack. It was always Faina, Anya was practically a tomboy and never took any of Svetlana's clothes. Growling she eventually pulled out a dark blue knitted sweater dress.
Holding it up to herself she turned and slowly looked herself over in the mirror. It wasn't exactly fun but she had to get out of these pants. She always found pants to be terribly confining. Like her legs were trapped in skinny fabric prisons. Shrugging out of her clothes she pulled on sweater dress and slid a pair of black tights on underneath. Giving herself a twirl in front of the mirror she nodded in satisfaction. Ignoring shoes she opened the door to the hallway and leaned her head out. The roof seemed tempting but after the recent rains it could be damp out there. Grabbing her cigarettes and her vintage lighter she stepped out into the hallway. She had started to turn when she smelled something familiar. Or rather someone. Turning her head back she sniffed the air and moved slowly to her right. Coming from the room right next to hers was the familiar smell of Ophelia. Such a sweet little thing.
Tilting her head Svetlana peered into the room. The door had been left open and there was an explosion of smell and color coming from inside. Stepping forward she rested one hand on the door jamb, the other clutching her cigarettes and lighter, as she leaned her head in to look around. This certainly did no look like the place that the quiet little mouse she had met on the roof would inhabit. Tapping a toe on the floor in confusion she noted a tiny pixie of a girl in the room. Leaning in Svetlana brought her cigarette packet up to her mouth and slowly pulled one out letting it rest between her lips.
"Does a quiet little human called Ophelia live here? I can smell her but this really doesn't say her," Svetlana gestured vaguely at the room the cigarette dangling from her teeth making her accent thicker.