DATE&TIME: january 16th, 7:30pm
LOCATION: lincolnās sleeper
STATUS: closed for @ofhercsā
the girl needs no help with zipping up the back of her gown, fastening diamonds to her ears with sharp jawlines angled here and there in the mirror before remembering the other in the washroom, the sound of bottles knocking and faucets turning on reminding the girl that she was not alone.Ā
āsweetheart, you do know that i booked the reservation for eight - being fashionably late is distasteful, especially if the table is booked under my name.ā she calls out, the curve of her sentence as bladed as the lines drawn on her eyes. thereās always been a knife underlying her words, the other knows, and while sol has had no reason to use it on him yet, it was all a matter of misstep.Ā
(and what would a monster with all these heads, all these eyes do other than watch your every move?)
āyouāll be wearing the tie i bought you, yes? green brings out your eyes best and i wonāt have my dear boy looking like anything other than theĀ best when heās with me.ā thereās a smile on her lips, in her voice, but itās always pressed closed. hiding teeth. hiding blood behind blood-red lips.Ā
a quick scan of his opened closet shows that the tie wasnāt there, nor was it draped on the chair or on some forlorn hanger - sol makes a mental note to chastise the boy for it later, especially when she sees a peek of green from underneath the mattress - my gift? tossed aside like that? how dare - but all thoughts are secondary when sol lifts the mattress and finds something better nestled snugly between the space there.
ālet me help you.ā she smiles, almost sweetly when the boy steps back into the room. slender fingers tie the green fabric easily, eyes as piercing as the diamond of the ring that now rests comfortably on her index finger, a new addition. with the way it flashes, the way her fingers pull at the fabric near his neck, thereās no way he can miss it.Ā
ānow, doesnāt that look lovely?ā sol hums, ring on her finger glinting as she traces a line down lincolnās tie slowly, eyes never leaving his.Ā