Aurelia Lashae (illtaketheeaway) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-10-17 21:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | #solo, 2009-07-30 |
He sang so loud, sang so clear
Who: Aurelia + NPC shop assistant
Where: On the way back to SO
When: Late morning
She was nauseous. She was nauseous and could not stop hiccuping. The latter did nothing to help the former and nobody wanted to see the contents of Aurelia's stomach right now. The four hour nap she had taken at the motel had not taken the edge off her need to lay down and just... digest. If anything, it had made it worse, and she mourned the fact that she'd seen fit to get up. She could have stayed there for a few more days; Scarlet Oak would not miss her. It would look suspect, she had reasoned, thus everything was forced back into human form. Possibly not the best move to make, given the usual human appetite.
Dressed in the clothes from the night before, she was still kitted to show off the legs that had finally stopped shedding. Her skirt showed almost the full extent of the new, sensitive skin that she was now so much more comfortable in. Which was why there was a shop assistant following her around the supermarket. She could smell the pheromones, feel his footsteps vibrating through the souls of her shoes. Draped over the handle-bars of her trolley in a refusal to exert more effort than she had to while she shopped, Aurelia had a fairly good idea of what he was staring at. Most women would have labelled him a creeper and sped off. She labelled him an idiot and reluctantly pushed herself to stand properly.
"Did you want something or are you just going to stare at my ass?" Head tilting, she swung around languidly to wait for his answer. None came. Then the point of this little exercise is... what, exactly? He was just... staring. Perhaps he was simple. "Pass me the OJ?" One hand pointed to the top shelf and he jumped to it. It was pathetic, actually. There was a shelf full of orange juice -- which she didn't actually want to begin with -- and he still found it perfectly reasonable that she demanded a carton from the only place she could not reach. The shelf below was identical. Yes, he was simple. Simple and fixated on the view. She had half a mind to give him a completely different view, but shifting with a full stomach in a public area was not a good idea. She had a far better one, and it involved her not having to push a soon to be loaded trolley.
"Say... ma'am?" She ignored him, of course. Since he had agreed to push her shopping, she had no further use for him. Her attention was focussed on far more human things. Like trying to remember what she already had in the apartment. She needed eggs. "You have really pretty hair."
"I know." She also needed bacon and coffee. Maybe pasta. There was also a chance she should have waited until she got back to Scarlet Oak before she did this. The thought of any type of food made her stomach turn. Which was nothing when her eye finally caught the headlines. Oops. Look what I did. Tossing a newspaper into the trolley, she turned her thoughts elsewhere. She knew she should have abducted the little wretches before considering feeding. She just couldn't resist the stir that leaving them would cause. Abduction lead to nothing but another missing child sob story. An excellent bit of news to send baby lamiae to sleep, sure, but little more. Aurelia had wanted something to make up for all the time she had spent locked in her apartment. A more instant reaction. One that didn't just sting, but tore at everything it touched. One that apparently made the news. Oh, she needed to call her grandmother as well, but that could wait until she got home. She'd get an earful for this one.
"You alright? ... Your face is goin' kinda grey."
Well, wasn't he a regular charmer. "Just a touch of morning sickness. I'll be fine... Would you mind helping me carry this stuff to my car?"