Susan Margaret Bones. (mad_susan) wrote in itsmadness, @ 2008-10-30 14:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: conall stebbins, char: susan bones |
who | Susan Bones and Conall Stebbins.
what | Portraiture!
when | October 30. Afternoon.
where | Susan's flat.
status | Closed. In progress.
Susan mentally scolded herself as she ran her hands down her waist and over her hips, smoothing a long sundress against her curves. Scrunching her nose at the sight of herself, she took off for the closet again. Conall would surely be there any moment and she hadn't even put any rouge on or anything. Though, she had natural beauty and often liked herself more without the make-up. But, that didn't mean that Conall would.
She also spent the following moments convincing herself she was only trying to look good for the portrait and that it had nothing to do with what Conall would think. She was fooling herself. She most definitely cared what Conall thought, whether she should or not.
Finally, she gave up. She walked back to the mirror and stared herself down with anxious eyes. Perhaps she should let him tell her what to wear. After all, she had no knowledge of painting portraits.