01-19-2008, 02:15 AM
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ooc: Aha, so late here. :x But man, I missed reading your posts. So good. But to find a new Shakadyn drawing/avatar ontop of it? Shiznat, you are awesome! xD
Oh, it really should be expected to never find what one may expect by now. It was the way that this girl’s life had panned out—fallen hopes and expectations matched by arisen beauties and adventure. That had been generally counted on until more recent months, when she found herself uncertainly stagnant in the city she had once dreamt of, sewing the same old patterns of romanticised lust that she knew so well, but with a frayed and uneven edge this time. To recognize a cycle should have meant to be released from it, but this seemed not the case, and was perhaps one more reason why she found her palms parting the heavy doors in her demeaned definition of a challenge. Her eyes were ready-cast upwards to the carved decore, the heavenly sky-god in man-made abstract, leaving the grinning fellow before her unnoticed for only a split second—but sometimes a split second is all that’s needed to catch one entirely off guard.
“Hello, Clarice,” a voice chimed, a slinky, frightful tease that caught her breath and then released it in a burst. A shout of alarm, a flailing, graceless step backwards, the D’Angelo’s melodramatics burst, and her eyes looked like they’d nearly go with them for a second before taking a firm hold on the wolf before her. And just like that, her absolute shock turned into an eruption of laughter, for the absurdity of her shed expectations, the show of their fall, and at least 50% the absolute unlikelihood of coming across this distinctive face from her memory. A long time ago, when this city had been no less than a dreamscape, he had dazzled her with absurdities of dress and character, an enchanting figure that her mind clamoured to retrieve details for.
“You!” was all that she managed, perhaps still a little shaken from her initial surprise, while a sturdying smile could assure that it was in the most pleasant way possible. But ah, he wouldn’t get off so easily, she decided as her bearings were set straightened. One hand pushed against her round hip and, conjuring the most diva that she could, she reached out to give him a light slap across the cheek with the other.
Oh, it really should be expected to never find what one may expect by now. It was the way that this girl’s life had panned out—fallen hopes and expectations matched by arisen beauties and adventure. That had been generally counted on until more recent months, when she found herself uncertainly stagnant in the city she had once dreamt of, sewing the same old patterns of romanticised lust that she knew so well, but with a frayed and uneven edge this time. To recognize a cycle should have meant to be released from it, but this seemed not the case, and was perhaps one more reason why she found her palms parting the heavy doors in her demeaned definition of a challenge. Her eyes were ready-cast upwards to the carved decore, the heavenly sky-god in man-made abstract, leaving the grinning fellow before her unnoticed for only a split second—but sometimes a split second is all that’s needed to catch one entirely off guard.
“Hello, Clarice,” a voice chimed, a slinky, frightful tease that caught her breath and then released it in a burst. A shout of alarm, a flailing, graceless step backwards, the D’Angelo’s melodramatics burst, and her eyes looked like they’d nearly go with them for a second before taking a firm hold on the wolf before her. And just like that, her absolute shock turned into an eruption of laughter, for the absurdity of her shed expectations, the show of their fall, and at least 50% the absolute unlikelihood of coming across this distinctive face from her memory. A long time ago, when this city had been no less than a dreamscape, he had dazzled her with absurdities of dress and character, an enchanting figure that her mind clamoured to retrieve details for.
“You!” was all that she managed, perhaps still a little shaken from her initial surprise, while a sturdying smile could assure that it was in the most pleasant way possible. But ah, he wouldn’t get off so easily, she decided as her bearings were set straightened. One hand pushed against her round hip and, conjuring the most diva that she could, she reached out to give him a light slap across the cheek with the other.