Solomon Djaevelen is the Walord Prince of Dhemlan (blackjeweled) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2010-12-16 12:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | daemon sadi, sailor venus |
Who: Kylie and Sol
What: Kylie saves Sol from women
Where: Coffee shop
When: Mid-afternoon
Warnings: Unlikely
Much as he loved Cora and the cozy apartment he shared with her, Solomon couldn't stand being cooped up inside it for more than a few hours at a time. Feeling itchy and closed in, he left the apartment shortly after noon. Wrapped in a thick coat and a scarf, he strolled down the streets with no real destination in mind. He ignored people who looked his way, gliding through the crowds. He paused outside a dance studio, finding the large glass windows vaguely voyeuristic, but he watched the dancers for a few minutes. He enjoyed dancing, and he liked watching ballerinas. They were graceful, elegant creatures, the personification of feminine beauty. Until they opened their mouths and belied how nasty they were.
Scowling, he stepped away from the studio. He made his way to a coffee shop and was standing in line when everything went quite horribly wrong. The woman behind him started talking to him. Worse, she started flirting. She smiled, played with her hair, gently touched his arm as she talked about something asinine. The weather, he thought. He was having a hard time listening over the ringing in his ears. The nausea in his belly was a distraction, and the irritation mounting inside him was threatening to discover just how nice her life insurance policy was.
Desperate for a distraction, for a way out, he looked around the shop, feeling trapped and wild. He didn't want to break the woman's hand, at least not in a public venue like this one, and there was a child at one of the tables. He couldn't tear into a woman in front of a child. Taking shallow breaths, he caught the gaze of a younger girl, likely in her late teens, knowing he looked like a cross between a panicked child and a begging puppy.