Sophie Duncan loves a scandal. (be_scandalous) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2011-02-28 01:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | damon salvatore, irene adler |
Who: Sophie and Luca
What: A highly impromptu meeting.
When: 2am Sunday morning, post-Luca's angsty killing.
Where: Sophie's apartment in Hamartia.
Warnings: Blood and some degree of sexual tension for the faint hearted.
The client’s wife came in from a dinner at three, so Sophie had made a quick exit that night. She walked home through the streets of Seattle as immaculate as how she had arrived in her long, beige dress, the only evidence of the night she had had below it, invisible to the outside world. She walked with pride, not taking her heels off despite the blisters. And there were bruises below the dress, purple and blue and painful; fair game as long as they payed extra. She winced a little as she climbed the winding stairs up to her floor in Hamartia, silently cursing the broken elevator.
She didn’t even fumble with the keys as she walked in, tossing her purse to one side and unzipping her dress, letting it fall to the floor as flimsy silk underwear became visible, one stocking ripped. That Sophie was not happy about, they had been expensive. She walked in one fluid movement to the bathroom, only a quick shower tonight because she needed to check if there was any more news about what had happened to Daryl, and maybe check up on the news, and then maybe take care of the bruising.
She left the shower and shrugged on a silky robe, but started for a second. There was unease in her mind; somehow or another she felt conscious of being watched, somehow. She walked carefully to the kitchen, taking care not to show too much concern, but glanced out towards the window for a second as she flipped the switch on the coffee machine.