Lola (lola_gets) wrote in midway_ic, @ 2011-08-21 21:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | carter mulvaney, lola o'connor, week 2 |
{ w h o } Carter and Lola
{ w h a t } Night swimming
{ w h e n } Hours after good little girls are in bed
{ w h e r e } River
{ r a t i n g } TBA
{ status } In-progress
As a child, Lola had been afraid of the dark. With good reason. The only light that ever spread through her room at night came briefly as her door was opened, disappearing as the lock clicked ominously back in place. As a child, it was the darkness that seemed to make the pain worse, a blanket of black that dragged angry claws over her body without leaving a single witness to the crime.
But she adapted. She numbed herself to the abuse, and with it, the fear. Insecurities hardened to armor. Lola rather enjoyed the darkness now, relishing in the potential for mischief and deceit, cons and criminals. She was a dark woman these days, light only on the outside, and when the mood struck, she saw no reason not to leave the bright comfort of the carnival camp to head to the river instead.
She always knew where water was, after all. That evening, Lola slid her clothes off and left a messy pile in the grass before letting the star-kissed darkness and the cool wash of water roll over her, diving deep to feel her lungs adapt. There had been horror in that as well, back when she was young, back when her head was held under in the bathtub by a deranged old drunk she once called a father. She'd overcome that as well.
There was something sensual about being bare and alone like this, and to enjoy it properly, Lola took her time before she surfaced with a soft gasp.