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Tweak says, "Blessed are the cheesemakers"

Honey Skye Griffin (queen_of_gods) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2010-09-21 10:25:00

Entry tags:

harmonia, hera

Who: Honey and Open please
When: After the bees sting and the doves cry
Where: Starting in the elevator
Why: Honey goes out, maybe meets someone new?
Warnings: Language

In her luxury penthouse, near the top of the world, the beautiful and usually cool wife of Vincent Alexander Laurent sat at her vanity, assessing her appearance which was now splotched in red from crying. An alabaster hand reached out to the fine bristled brush and she began to stroke her hair in even, tempered strokes.

You think she got away from the box full of bees with nary a sting? She’d been stung too, some might say double (thank you very much) and you didn’t see her flailing in the hallway. She’d been her own medical technician and had tweezered her stingers and dotted them with calamine. At least she hadn’t been stung on her face. That wouldn’t have done at all and she would have been on a plane to hell knows where if she had.

Even she had been surprised and a bit dismayed at her anger. Her anger had been wasabi vengeance- green hued with the jealousy of her husband’s indiscretion. Honey was not usually the jealous type you see. She had more confidence than that and a reasonable mind that figured in her true loves propensity for vagina. But this felt different and she had erupted like a Fiji volcano because of it. There was no other course for her to follow but revenge of the most vindictive sort. She had not been herself when she had hatched her plan and she barely remembered wrapping the box while she hummed a merry tune. The only regret was she hadn’t seen the girls reaction when she had happily removed the lid, thinking that the philanderer had risked his reputation to lavish the bitch with presents.

All that for just a kiss….but a kiss was seldom as innocent as it looked. She might not have reacted at all if he had merely stuck his dick in the heifer and been done with it. This kiss was sweet and she knew, behind that damning cell phone picture, there had been sweeter thoughts as precursor and probably whispers of poetic magic that she had somehow thought he reserved only for her. She hated him now as much as she loved him.

Visine was something she could do with right now. She knew he must have some somewhere….so UP from her vanity she fled and went to his medicine cabinet but could not find any. She’d hate to have him discover her tear filled face. In fact she didn’t want him to discover her at all. It was time to give him the cold shoulder…

Out from his bathroom she went, to the coat closet she grabbed her best trench coat. There was one final assessment of herself in the mirror with a lipstick refresh just for her sanity and out she went to get a grip and cure her tired, red stained eyes before anyone could see her look so ghastly.

Into the elevator she went….

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pax_vobis
2010-09-21 08:33 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, em, well," Brighid stumbled over the words, regret pricking at her already. The fluster she felt quickened her words and thickened her accent. "I didn't mean ya' looked bad, just, em. People might think ya'd been cryin' a bit and, em. But if ya've had bad news, that's understandable, yeah? I'm sorry, I just ..." She trailed off, one hand reaching up to rub the back of her neck self-consciously. There was a slight dimming of the lights as the lift slowed, and Brighid held her breath, waiting for the thing to get stuck between floors and make this conversation even more painful.

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queen_of_gods
2010-09-21 08:55 pm UTC (link)

Way to jinx it kid.

Honey hadn't had a so called "Evil Elevator Mishap" til this moment and now here she was. Maybe it was because the girl she'd attacked was being goaded to get to the hospital on the ground floor. Maybe the building was merciful in that way or perhaps, this was just a little, tiny bit of come uppance for the sinister deeds of this ravishing, tear stained blonde.

"I don't usually cry." She confessed, now that the elevator was stopped. Vincent Laurents wife tried the buttons but nothing seemed to happen. This just catapulted Honey's frustration through the stratosphere of anxiety and heartache and she started in blubbering uncontrollably as she hid her face in her dampening handkerchief.

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pax_vobis
2010-09-22 06:32 pm UTC (link)

Usually, the voice in Brighid's head echoed her father. Today, it was an eerie mix of that man's sage advice and Samuel's sardonic wit: Brighid, lass, you've gotten yourself stuck in the lift with a crazy woman. Don't make any sudden moves and try not to upset her and you might get out alive. Clearly, the woman was already upset, so now Brighid had to figure out if she could somehow help calm her, because who knew how long they might be trapped in this metal box. Shaking her head of that thought, the younger girl took another deep breath.

"Everyone needs a good cry now and again, or so my mum tells me," she said gently. "There's no harm in that a'tall. Em," after a beat, Brighid moved a slight bit closer to her companion. "Maybe it's an odd place for it, but is there anythin' I can do to help?"

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queen_of_gods
2010-09-22 09:11 pm UTC (link)

Honey felt like a crazy person. Losing control like this in public was something she didn’t do but here she was…sobbing like a widow. She almost felt like one. And that was different. Brighid couldn’t possibly understand her past. How she’d always been discerning when it came to Xander’s indiscretions.

“I…” She said, shrinking away from the girl and her tenderness like a wounded animal. “I don’t cry in public.” She was doing a horrible job of presenting her case. She had to take in a sniffle and fidget with her trench coat before she could even begin to address the terrible circumstance of being trapped with someone prying. “ but thank you.”

There it was, the straightening of her spine, a few more sniffles and a slight ascension of her proud chin, “Did you just ever have one of those days?”

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pax_vobis
2010-09-23 06:41 pm UTC (link)

The woman's desire for distance was obvious, so Brighid backed herself to the wall of the car until she could lean against it and watch somewhat warily. "Oh, aye," she assured, trying to sound empathetic. In fact, Brighid wasn't sure if she'd had one of those days, and she knew for a fact that, if she had, she'd never revealed so in public: it simply wasn't in her nature. That didn't mean, however, that she thought any less of the older woman. "But it's only one day, yeah? Tomorrow will be a chance for a fresh start."

Glancing down at her phone to check the time, Brighid decided she would give it ten minutes before trying to contact either Samuel or Lia, the only building residents whose numbers she actually had, to see if they could wrangle a number for maintenance or someone who could get the elevator unstuck. With a slight nod of her head, she returned her attention to the other woman. "I'm sorry; I didn't introduce myself. I'm Brighid FitzPatrick from 705."

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queen_of_gods
2010-09-24 05:18 pm UTC (link)

She scoffed at the sentiment. A fresh start? Maybe for her husband. Another day another dame. She'd still be as betrayed as she was now. Honey debated buying a ticket out of the country. Then he'd be teh victor! She needed to think...but someone was still insisting on being a good doer.

I didn't want this to be a meet and greet.

The blubbering had stopped. Now there was just tear streaked cheeks and a blood shot eyes. "Hello Brighid." She said softly, still maintaining some distance. Maybe for the sake of hr dignity. "I am Mrs. Honey Skye Griffin Laurent."

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