Maryanne Elizabeth Walker (maryanne_walker) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-06-08 23:00:00 |
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Maryanne waited until she was completely ready to go to Vinyamar before she rounded up Tim, and his diaper bag, and all the little favorites (toys, things that simply crinkled, an old shirt that had belonged to the other Daryl that had never been washed) he had to keep him occupied. Several bottles of breastmilk. Two dozen (or more) diapers, wipes, and anything else she could think of that Daryl might need to keep her son occupied. The dress was rich ruby red. And fit her snug from breast nearly to her knee before it flared out in silk and lace. Though the long train was pinned up for the time being. So that she wouldn't snag it. Her hair was combed smooth. A few small red silk roses pinned along the part. Her eyes simply lined, and mascaraed so that the blue would stand out. Her lips fuck me red, that nearly matched the dress. She knew she looked good. She only wished she felt as good as she knew she looked. Regardless, she had said she would go. She would bring her instruments, and play them. She wouldn't go back on her word now, just because things went pear shaped. And she'd more likely end up a wallflower than anything else. “I almost wish I could take you little man. Then I'd have someone to dance with all night long, and I wouldn't care one bit that I was going alone.” She spoke to the toddler in the carry seat. Her knuckles rapped lightly on Daryl’s front door. If she were honest to herself, she almost needed to see his face. Knowing it would steel her resolve. She didn’t ask why. She didn't need to know why her palms were sweaty, or that her heart picked up a step, as he neared the door. She simply kept her cool outwardly. As she waited for it to open. |