Beauty (i_tame) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2012-11-09 19:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | bruce banner, honour bellaforte |
Burial (Bruce)
The roses - her favorite - had surprised her when she woke. There they were, splendid and beautiful, sitting in a outrageously expensive-looking vase on the nightstand by her bed. First it had been delightful, waking to the scent of fresh roses... but the delight turned to dread when she realized that the scent was from roses she never brought into her room herself.
There was a note with them. Lestat, Beauty thought to herself, rubbing her eyes wearily. She lived in a way that brought her few regrets, but the way that she and Lestat had ruined their perfectly-good friendship was quickly making a distinguished entry high on her short list of things she would have done differently. Once she read the note, she stuffed it deep into the roses, only to yelp when thorns caught at her hand. Lots of thorns. Extracting her scratched self from the dire roses, she sucked on the cut that ran over the top of her hand and stared at the window.
It was locked from the inside. How did Lestat manage to get into her bedroom? Was it last night? She couldn't recall them being there when she went to sleep. No... No, they hadn't been there before. A coldness settled in her chest. She stared at the vase and tried to think of the best way of disposing of these cursed flowers.
Thirty minutes later, Beauty had dropped the entire thing, roses, note, and vase, into a shallow grave she'd dug at the edge of the land she called her own, just a few feet away from one of the park's wending cement paths. But it wasn't enough to just bury the "gift" in the dirt where Lestat couldn't find it. She wanted to destroy it completely. It took a few minutes to find a good, big rock. It took less than that to start smashing the vase.
Beauty had no idea she had an onlooker to the destruction.