Re: Quicklog: Derek F and Rae B
[She waited, patient, spine straight, shoulders back, clutch held in her right hand as the door was opened with a shudder and a click of the lock.
The store was a very good fit for its' owner -- that was her first thought. The woman herself, Rae, presumably, was like metal and gemstones, pretty, but that were both cold like rings and bracelets that had not yet warmed to the touch and untouchably expensive, like multimillion dollar jewels on the neck of a celebrity.
Even her smile was cool, like diamonds and pearls. Her own crimson-pink smile did not falter, did not even dim in the face of the other woman's business-like austerity. She had borne her own death more times than she could count, each time gasping, each time the world was littered with the colors of pain that she'd never known before and each time was more excruciating than the last until it was done and she was safe in the realm of the dead.
This woman? Wasn't even close to that. But her smile did widen as the door opened and she gave a little nod of her head.] Hi. Yes. And you must be Rae, I'm presuming. [Her r's came hard, rubbing together like they were seeking warmth, and it was all said with a slight lilt at the end of her words, as though she was making both a statement and a question.] I'm so glad to meet you. [It all had the ring of truth as she swapped her clutch to her left hand and held out her right to shake.]