Whisper Charlton (histrionic_life) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2009-11-22 19:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-06-23, rowan |
All Eyes on Me
Who: Rowan and Whisper
When: Around eleven a.m.
Where: Jo-Ann Fabric's
Sunny days were extremely inconvenient, but Whisper had been alive for so long that they no longer stopped her from doing anything. Especially when it came to matters that dealt with her livelihood. This is why an assistant is so useful, the vampire sighed as she picked out a purple umbrella that would go well with her outfit. It was too warm for her to walk around in long-sleeves and she did not feel like ruining her hair with a hat, so it was the only option that would allow her to leave the house without getting weakened. "Don't even think about it," Whisper said sharply when she saw Jerold, the blood-witch who was her current lover, moving towards the door that led towards where he kept his computer and games. "We're going out today. I need more fabric or I'll never be able to complete my designs in time for fashion show in New York."
Jerold said a few things that amounted to not wanting to go, but Whisper was not really listening. Arguing with her was not acceptable - even if it trumped being ignored - and he knew it She folded her arms across her chest and started to pout. He had been around for long enough to know that if he did not agree with her right then, then it would be a bad day no matter what they did and reacted properly - closing the door and coming over to coddle and kiss her a little bit before dressing. The Kilcrowen flashed her fangs at him in a smile - he was so enamored, poor thing - when he smiled vapidly at her. He was so lucky that she needed him and he had a disgusting blood type at moments like that. But still, if he continued to act like this then it would be a good day.
Not half an hour later, Whisper was walking into one of her least-favorite fabric supply stores; a Jo-Ann Fabric & Supplies. For more than a moment she entertained the notion of buying it out and demolishing the entire building before erecting a much nicer, higher-end fashion store in its place, but the thought was gone almost as soon as it came when her dark eyes lit on the rows of fabric that seemed to be calling her name. "Stay with me," she reminded Jerold absently, having not noticed that he had fallen into step just behind her and a little to the left. She did up her umbrella and held it back for him to take. There was no need for a cart either, he could carry it all. And if not... well, that was why people worked in this place, was it not? To serve her. Humming a very old tune, Whisper ran her fingers over a smooth silver material.