capriciousdrop (capriciousdrop) wrote in summerview, @ 2018-09-24 02:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | zsimon bellamy |
Feeling closer to the stars
Who: Peisinoê and Simon
When: 9/24 9PM
Where: Outside the clinic
Peisinoê owed her parents a letter. When the girls left they assured their family they would write at least once a week, and they were...Not the most diligent about it. Or, Peisinoê was, her sister's additions were erratic. Whether it was because it was an obligation, and a promise at that, or because her parents were involved, Peisinoê outlinned the letters. Organized them. Planned them down to the word count. Her sister's thoughts always sort of threw off her rhythm, but it seemed less of a headache than them sending separate correspondence.
However, it had been uneventful lately, at least in the way her parents would be interested in. Recently there seemed to be a sickness that jumped from one of their Gargoyle residents to a Pixie, of all people. Luckily, Peisinoê had caught it quickly and cut it off before it could evolve. It was quite a little achievement if she did say so herself, better yet, it was an excellent excuse not write a letter. It wasn't the letter itself, but the inevitable response that made her nervous. The requests to come home, to get married, to find a husband. To let go of her silly studies at the Clinic and become a proper Ambassador or something along those lines.
Who could blame her for giving into tunnel vision and working on an academic paper regarding the sickness? But it was late, and she had finally gave into her yawns and decided to head home. The keys in her hand jingled as she locked the doors, but with her dreadful luck in play, she had only taken three steps when one of her heels broke. Right there! In the middle of the sidewalk! Of all the ridiculous things!
"Bugger it all." She muttered as she leaned against the next store over, standing on one leg and trying to decide the odds of her feet getting cut up on the way home if she took off both heels.