Madeleine Gray (burnlyrical) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-11-22 18:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-20, madeleine, zaviar |
all of the technical difficulties
Who: Madeleine & Zaviar
Where: Women's Clinic
When: Afternoon
There was a problem with being knocked up, Madeleine was realising as of late: there definitely reached a point where your cleavage no longer fit into your tops properly, never mind your bras. Having always been relatively slight, this... made a colossal impact to the elemental’s wardrobe. While the bra issue had been amended (for now - if they intended to get bigger, she wanted prior notice) she was still left with a huge dent in what could suitably clothe her top half. She did still fit into her jeans though, which made her feel just a little better almost instantly even if she knew it really wouldn’t last for long. Nevertheless, the whole ridiculous ordeal of raiding her bloody wardrobe meant that she was left with no time whatsoever for makeup or jewellery and ended up leaving with eye make-up only and the necklace that never left her person unless it was in danger of melting. Usually that would have left her feeling underdressed and in a foul mood, but a glance around the clinic waiting room rather stopped that downswing in its tracks. She was by far the best dressed woman in the waiting room.
That did not mean she was letting go of Zaviar’s arm. She had been more or less fine until she had confirmed her appointment with the woman at the desk - moody, but fine. Now it was like she had committed and while the elemental did not usually object to doctors or check ups, there were other things that set her teeth on edge and made her want to burn the doctor alive. Unfortunately, Dr. Walker was a goddamn fire elemental. Bitch. Whether that insult was aimed at Walker or her own mother for organising private care around family political beliefs and general safety issues was neither here nor there.
Crossing and uncrossing her legs while she waited for her name to be called, Madeleine leaned her head against the back of the chair then tilted it to look at Zaviar. “Did I mention how much I hate needles?” She couldn’t think of a time she had ever had reason to until today. Then again, she wouldn’t put it past either Althea or even her mother to have told him while she wasn’t there to lose her temper with them. “Really hate them.”