Post by carrigan on May 5, 2013 17:10:06 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:200px; background-color:#eee; padding:10px;] But it's in the mouth, it's in the blood It's sweet with taste, the spit of love She woke up and snuck out from between his arms. Cassius slept like a log, and Carrigan kissed him lightly on the lips before she left. Some things were just too good to be true, and she wanted to leave before the witching hour was over. She wanted to escape of her own accord, before the spell was over and her carriage turned back into a pumpkin (although Carrigan had probably never heard of Cinderella). She pittered here, she pittered there, and ended up walking to the woods at night. Something about Sepalum calmed her, but it was like the woods were alive. Not in a creepy way, but a soft and comforting way. Like the woods were a little curious of her. It was comfortable, though, and made her continue to walk. In an abandoned shack, Carrigan paused and set down a backpack that she'd hidden in an alley before she saw Cassius. It had a few meaningless things, but she knew he would've ripped it to pieces. There was a threadbare dress in their, strapless, short, with a flared skirt. It was once a bright, crimson color that had matched her eyes, but now it had faded to a sort of pink. She took of her shorts, boots, jacket and everything, changed into a dress. There was a ribbon in there too, what she had used to bind the dress in a fold. It's red was more saturated, and Carrigan used it to tie her hair back. Today he'd find her again; she just had a feeling about it. Carrigan's aim was to get him all hot and bothered in his worry for her. Or not worry, but a kind of helplessness. He'd said he loved her, but for some reason that didn't feel like enough. She sat on a sturdy part of the roof, her knees up to her chest with the skirt of her dress bunched between her legs. She could feel the sun bearing down on her exposed back. #cassius |
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