Susanna Langdon (susannalies) wrote in rrinitiative, @ 2012-09-02 22:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | day three, susanna |
A Quiet Afternoon
Character: Susanna
Setting: Around, primarily her room, afternoon
For all that her day had started out disappointing with the lack of the ballet shoes she's really been hoping for, Susanna had no real complaints for how it had turned out. First the bar with the booze, then Reece, then Ryan, all increasing her mood exponentially. And then she'd had an actually pleasant conversation with Autumn. She was almost surprised by that, but she wasn't going to question it, in too good a mood for that. She'd got in a really good workout, even if some of her muscles protested from their workout earlier in the day, and she had that thrilling sense of anticipation coursing through her. That parting promise from Ryan coupled with the preview he'd given her of things to come...
She had a type, she knew that very well, and John Langdon had been about as far from that type as it could get, but she'd married him anyway. If she ever got out of here, she wouldn't make that mistake again. She wouldn't suffer through being with someone boring just to save face. And while she was here? Well, if Ryan made good on the implied promise, she was fairly confident that she wouldn't be bored. Being with Reece this morning had been fun, a great stress reliever after having gone without for so long, but she'd chosen him for it because she'd thought he'd had more of an edge, and while she'd walked away far from disappointed and wouldn't be against revisiting him, she was inexplicably excited about the edge Ryan had shown her in the kitchen. She didn't care what it said about her that she'd left one man's bed and was already eager for the next. She had a more than healthy appreciation for sex, and there was nothing wrong with that.
After her workout, she'd taken a longer than necessary shower, the steam rising and curling around her, bringing her lightheadedness to another level. Working out hadn't tempered the desire in the least, but she wasn't going to seek him out. She enjoyed the idea of tempting him, of seeing just how much it would take for that edge to sharpen even more, for his control to snap, for him to take what she desperately wanted him to take. It was like a game, and Susanna had a feeling she was going to win either way. She might tease and tempt him, but she had every intention of following through, and she thought that Ryan could tell that much at least.
This, she understood, she thought as she towel dried her hair; the temptation, the back and forth of sexual interest made sense to her, and she knew how to play that game. But chit-chatting with people, feigning interest in what they had to say, that was tedious and exhausting. With any luck, though, she would have enough of the game she understood to get through the one that did not make sense to her. If nothing else, it would put her in a better mood, leaving her more tolerant of those around her, if this morning was anything to go off of.
Susanna did her hair up in an elegant and attractive twist at the base of her neck and then dressed simply, though she thought she might change into the little black dress, by far the nicest thing that had been provided for her, before dinner. She liked the idea of dressing up, liked imagining how Ryan (and anyone else who might bother looking) might react to the shorter hem, the lace at her breasts. Yes, she did think she would wear that to dinner, she thought with a pleased smile. She slipped her feet into her shoes before heading out of her room.
Where to go, though? Recalling her conversation with Matt that morning (and that really did seem so long ago after the active day she'd had already!), Susanna decided to head upstairs to explore up there a bit. Who knew, she might even get lucky and find something ballet related in the activity room. She doubted it, but it could happen, she supposed. When she reached the activity room and took a look around, however, she was thoroughly distracted and pleased by what she found. Canvases and paints and the like! While she would certainly not go so far as to say she was an artist in that respect, she could get by well enough. She picked a rather large canvas, chose a few paints (black, white, and red to keep things simple) and the other supplies she would need, carrying everything rather awkwardly out of the room and back down to her own room.
Before really getting into it, though, she went to turn on music and then remembered talking with Autumn earlier about how she didn't do much on the journals. With that thought, she skimmed through them, a comment of recommended songs in one of the posts catching her attention. As she went through them, she realized that today was just slotted to be a good day. After a little back and forth of conversation, she turned on the music, choosing more of the same beautiful, haunting music that Leandro had recommended. With the music and a purpose, Susanna found time slipping away from her. She drew out a few different ideas on a piece of paper, settled on one, and got everything ready to start painting.
It truly was a wonderful way to spend the afternoon. It was quiet, she didn't have to try to keep being social, and she was doing something creative. And when she was finished, she would be able to hang it, possibly over the bed. And she might even do more like it, or at least following the same theme of colors. The walls certainly weren't attractive in this room, and she missed being surrounded by lovely things. She wondered absently as she painted if they would give her a nicer bedspread if she asked. There was no harm in asking, though she supposed she would wait a few days and see if her other requests might be filled at some point. She hated waiting. But she would wait, she would be patient. What other choice was there?