Miriel Palantiri (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ofsilverfair) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} valarlogs,@ 2012-03-20 18:14:00 |
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Who: Miriel, Isabela
What: Morning after domestic disturbances. Mild trigger warning due to Miriel being all social workerish
When: See the what.
Where: Miriel's apt.
Rating: PG-13 for naked toast and language
Status: Complete
As comfy as Miriel's couch was, it wasn't her bed, and she woke with a crick in her neck and her blanket tangled at her feet, and her skin a little flushed.
Miriel's bed was actually rather nice, but it hadn't been the bed Isabela had gotten used to sleeping in. When she slept in it. Alright, the truth was that she just knew she was in a strange bed and didn't want to stay in it.
Escape instincts kicked in, and she found herself crawling through Miriel's apartment at 5 in the morning, searching for her suitcases and muttering under her breath. The unusual surroundings meant she'd bumped her toes or elbows on several surfaces along the way.
When Miriel's eyes opened, she froze in place and tried to pretend she wasn't standing there, in the living room, buck naked with her suitcases in her hands.
"Is this going to be a thing? Being naked in my living room?" Miriel sat up, rubbing at her neck to try to relieve the stiffened muscles. She adjusted her nightgown to allow for some measure of modesty before getting to her feet and making Isabela sit on the couch, "Let me fix you something quick to eat so you can take a pill." Her tone was wry, obviously Isabela was coherent enough to attempt an escape. She then added, amused, "Its not like we slept together, there's no reason to be in a hurry to leave."
Isabela darted her eyes to the side, "Oh It wasn't... I mean, thank you again, but I really should get going, you know. Your bed was nice and comfy, it's a shame we didn't put it through its paces, but I can't stay here forever."
"Where else will you stay?" Miriel brought Isabela toast and a glass of water, "You're not going back to him, are you?"
"Well, that would be even more stupid, wouldn't it?" Isabela answered, while snatching the toast from Miriel's hand and munching on it. Munching on the toast made it difficult to answer any further questions, which was much to Isabela's liking.
Miriel felt relieved at that. Isabela was still being stubborn, but she wasn't being an idiot. She watched Isabela eat, and flushed, "You're..getting crumbs. On your breasts."
Isabela looked down at her breasts, "Well you DID make me toast while I was naked, so I'm not sure what other outcome you expected, here."
"You could have put something one," She pointed out, finally lifting her eyes up to Isabela's face. She gave the woman a closer inspection, leaning in, "You probably don't want to look in a mirror right now, you look like you went four rounds with Mike Tyson."
"Just goes to show what you know," the other woman snorted, and munched on her toast a bit more, "This's a mark of honor is what it is. No one complains about going four rounds with Mike Tyson unless their ear's gone missing."
Miriel rolled her eyes, then handed her a pill, "It really wouldn't put me out if you stayed. Might add some color to the place."
Isabela licked the crumbs off her fingers, then took the water in one hand and the pill in the other. She looked down at them for a bit, weighing pride against necessity.
"I've lived in my car before you know, it's nothing. The shop's probably doing well enough that I could afford to get a place for a bit..."
"I'm not bothered at all." She gave the other woman a warm smile, "Look at it this way, it will give you a chance to try to charm your way into my pants."
"Has it occured to you that I'm bothered?" Isabela arched the brow that had stitches in it and winced, then took the pill, "Ugh. And charming my way into people's pants is how I got into this mess to begin with."
"Well yes, I suppose that's true." She took a seat in a comfy looking chair and pulled her legs up under her, "You can have the couch." She waved a hand, "I could use a hand in rent."
"How very charitable of you. I get to sleep on your couch AND pay some rent?" Isabela laughed a bit, then flopped over onto her side, "I'll be out of here this week, seriously. I don't need to get all tangled up again."
"I'm straight, there's no change of tangling up anything," Miriel replied, laughing a bit and waving her hand dismissively. She got up and tossed the blanket over Bela, more or less for her own peace of mind where an naked woman was concerned.
"Right," the naked woman on the couch's tone was incredibly dry, like she was calling Miriel out on her bullshit without actually doing any calling out. Miriel struck her as very options-open, to her.
She curled the blanket around her, though, and resolved that escaping would have to wait until Miriel was sleeping next.
Miriel was NOT options open! She was already wide awake, so she left a message with the morning staff that she wouldn't be in unless it was necessary, then set about making a real breakfast. And ignoring Isabela's comment.
Isabela took a few minutes to lay on the couch all depressed about the current state of her life and annoyed at the fact Miriel wouldn't let her take off.
She suspected that the woman wasn't letting her take off because she was aware somehow that Isabela's idea of taking off involved running quickly in the opposite direction and then never, ever dealing with things. Which was annoying, because that's precisely what she wanted to do.
Eventually she got up, looked around for her phone, and sent Jack a series of text messages to cover the shop. Since, obviously, she wasn't going anywhere.
With a proper breakfast set out, Miriel settled back into her chair. She felt distinctly overdressed. The situation was both a little absurd and a little alarming. At least Isabela wasn't running anymore. For the moment, "You've got wanderlust, don't you."
The only reason Isabela hadn't gotten dressed yet was that it meant she'd have to sort through the clothing in her luggage. She wasn't sure if Miriel would let her near her luggage at all, or what she'd find in there when she did.
She was more scared of dealing with what she knew she wouldn't find. She didn't like getting attached to too many personal possessions, but there was one that was gone that had been with her since she was a child.
"I... yes. I do. I've done a lot of traveling."
Miriel wouldn't know what that was, but she'd learned a long time ago to not get too attached to physical things. They were transient. A part of her felt that even cities and civilizations were. They'd all come to an end eventually, she just hoped she wouldn't be there to see it, "Travel is nice. I did some. Not as much as I would have liked, but there was work I needed to do."
"You get out there into that big world and see some of the places you dreamed of going and I figure you're doing better than most." Isabela shrugged non-commitally, "Eventually you get sucked into those dreaded adult things like bills and responsibilities."
Miriel scrunched up her face, "And realize the things you ran away from were the things you needed to run towards." There was a story there, but after a night's sleep she was less inclined to share, at least for now.
"well I never had that realisation," Isabela snorted.
"You're young, you'll get there." She patted Isabela's knee. They were probably the same age, or close to it.
"I'm getting up to the hag years, really," Isabela sighed, and got a mournful expression on her face, "I thought I saw a wrinkle in the mirror the other day."
"Horror!" Miriel winked, "Truthfully, I can't tell."
"I suppose that's a comfort... This blanket feels amazing, by the way." Isabela rubbed it against her skin a bit and purred, then helped herself to some coffee.
Whether or not to live with someone was always dependant on their coffee. She sniffed at it and then took a long sip, and nodded approvingly, "This is good coffee. I think I wouldn't mind being imprisoned here for a few days."
"That would be the drugs," She replied, grinning. "But its an amazing blanket." She was glad Isabela approved, "I learned the recipe from an old woman in Sudan."
"You might have to make more of this," Isabela grinned, "I'm going to drink you out of house and home at this rate."
"Might do me some good." Miriel gave her another grin, "I'm glad I stayed with Amara. She'd be happy you like her coffee."
"But seriously, only for a few days, because I really do have things."
"What sort of things?" She leaned forward, once again giving Isabela a fantastic view. She doesn't even do this on purpose.
"Well I've a shop to run, and I really should get back in touch with Kirk and his lot... I add to the fun, you know? Can't really party without me and my sparkle underpants."
Isabela was enjoying the review, very obviously. She was in fact talking to Miriel's breasts instead of Miriel's face.
For once, Miriel didn't seem to mind. Isabela didn't ooze sleeze or creep in any measure of the word. It was harmless flirting, something she was in desperate need of practice in, "They'll get clean when I run the wash later. I'm sure they miss you." The underwear, or Kirk?
The underwear had a bigger probability of missing her, Isabela had no illusions about that. Kirk didn't have to work hard to get tail, and while they'd fallen into an easy friendship since their date, she was certain he could find tail anywhere.
Even tail with sparkle underpants.
"Thanks. The dress is ruined, though. Shame, that. It was my best slutty St. Patrick's Day dress."
But that tail wasn't nearly as fun as she was, half the time! "You have more than one slutty St. Patty's Day dress?"
"My other slutty St. Patty's Day dress is a sari. I'm ... actually pretty sure that's among the stuff he burned," Isabela mused, cheerfully. The drugs made everything feel better, really.
"I'll have to go shopping for some replacements I guess, when I'm done looking a mess."
Miriel winced, "I'm sorry. Its shitty when people do that. But they're also things, the important things are memories. You can get new dresses, slutty or otherwise. I know a few places. Mostly classy but I'm sure you could...uh..slut them up?"
Isabela fixed her with a long look and then just slowly shook her head.
"I'm going to get more coffee," she declared. Then she got up to go do that.
Miriel's eyes followed the other woman. Then she realized where she was looking and instead looked up at the ceiling. Good lord. I'm lonlier than I thought.
The walk to the kitchen gave Isabela a chance to inspect the place a little. She agreed with her assessment from a few hours ago, "This place really does need color."
"I'm open to suggestions." Miriel disappeared into her room, coming out a moment later in a flowy red skirt and matching tank top. Apparently her color was her clothing.
"See, like the clothing you're wearing. That's a nice color and should be on your walls."
"Too much to have to pack if I ever moved," She pointed out. "I've got enough crap in my closet."
"Oh you know the best way to handle that? Colorful sari cloth. You can hang it on the walls easily, and it folds up into a compact square you can pack up if you have to. It's great for travel and can double as a blanket or sheet or clothing, too." Isabela took another long sip at her coffe and inspected herself in the shiny metal hood over Miriel's stove.
Isabela actually made sense. Miriel came into the kitchen, her eyes drifting over to Isabela momentarily before looking anywhere but THERE. "I'll think about it. Saris are beautiful."
"I've got some connections, I can get them imported in to my shop." Isabela reached a hand up and poked at her stitches, then winced, "You work with women in situations, don't you?"
"You could say that." Miriel gave her a soft smile, "I run a shelter."
"How bad is this going to get if I don't talk to some sort of," Isabela grimaced at the word, "Cop or something?"
"That depends. If he was seriously hurt you'll need to make a statement. If he wasn't, then its really on you." Miriel frowned a bit, still trying to look anywhere but the other woman. She settled on her face, "Do you want to risk it happening again, or to someone else?"
"Blast, don't bring responsibility into this," she sighed, then turned her face to look at Miriel, "I don't know how hard I hit him. I just wanted him down and out of my face so I could pack my stuff in peace, you know?"
Miriel regarded her with unmistakable understanding, "You had to. That's okay."
"I did. I had to." Isabela nodded her head, then let out a long sigh, "Can I use your shower? I want to get cleaned up and ... do some thinking."
"Feel free to use the good soap."
Isabela mock saluted Miriel and set down her coffee mug, then headed for the bathroom, "I'll try not to use all your hot water."
"Its alright, you're the first person besides me who's ever used it."
"Now that's just sad," Isabela called back over her shoulder. Then she shut the bathroom door.
I would have thought you would like taking its virginity. the thought amused Miriel, but she didn't vocalize it.