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estdeus_innobis2011-10-07 09:35 am
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If they only knew the girl with the tattoo like I do.
Day 353, 19 May
Late Wednesday morning
I Dyed for Beauty Salon
Last night was slow, so I had plenty of time to think of things to take my mind off how much my hand hurt. Found myself thinking mostly of Verite and how pretty she looked at Alice’s party. Also spent some time thinking to about how things didn’t go terribly well between us there. I put that down to Wanda, mostly, but I still feel like I should do something to make sure things are all right. As uncomfortable as it is being sort of together, I’m sure it would be a lot less comfortable not being together at all.
So I made myself get up not long after the sun this morning and go hunting strawberries outside of town. The patch I’d found before had enough for me to pick a basketful with more still left on the plants. It was slow work with my hand wrapped, and I managed to get pink stains on some of the bandages. Sure that looks silly, but maybe she’ll take that as a sign of what I’d do for her. Goddess knows there’s no one else in town I’d get up early to pick strawberries for, especially with my hand like this.
I wrap the basket up after I finish, because the last thing I need is to be seen carrying strawberries through the streets in a basket with a ribbon on it. Know I haven’t got much of a good reputation to speak of, but I’d rather not see what’s left of it dead and buried.
Go into the salon hoping hard she’ll be done with customers for a little while and have the time and inclination to talk to me. I’d just rather not have a basket of strawberries thrown in my face.
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Late Wednesday morning
I Dyed for Beauty Salon
Last night was slow, so I had plenty of time to think of things to take my mind off how much my hand hurt. Found myself thinking mostly of Verite and how pretty she looked at Alice’s party. Also spent some time thinking to about how things didn’t go terribly well between us there. I put that down to Wanda, mostly, but I still feel like I should do something to make sure things are all right. As uncomfortable as it is being sort of together, I’m sure it would be a lot less comfortable not being together at all.
So I made myself get up not long after the sun this morning and go hunting strawberries outside of town. The patch I’d found before had enough for me to pick a basketful with more still left on the plants. It was slow work with my hand wrapped, and I managed to get pink stains on some of the bandages. Sure that looks silly, but maybe she’ll take that as a sign of what I’d do for her. Goddess knows there’s no one else in town I’d get up early to pick strawberries for, especially with my hand like this.
I wrap the basket up after I finish, because the last thing I need is to be seen carrying strawberries through the streets in a basket with a ribbon on it. Know I haven’t got much of a good reputation to speak of, but I’d rather not see what’s left of it dead and buried.
Go into the salon hoping hard she’ll be done with customers for a little while and have the time and inclination to talk to me. I’d just rather not have a basket of strawberries thrown in my face.
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I look up from my coffee in surprise. "Yeah, I c'n do that..." Start to wonder why he's askin' but then he hurries on, adding more words which for once do help me figure out what's on about this time.
Oh. I'm glad he's mot looking at me. Instead his face is turned down towards his coffee but I can see the blush. There are tears in the corners of my eyes and I probably look stunned or shocked or something. The silence is back and thicker than ever.
He wants...my name...on his chest.
If I don't say somethin' real soon he's gonna get the wrong idea. I let a grin steal over my mouth and say extra casually, "Guess that makes you MY idiot. 'F I do this. An' damn right you'll pay for it."
I blink to see if I can keep those little tears from goin' anywhere and add more seriously, "D'you know what else you want in the design besides my name?"
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Look up to see her blinking fast like she's trying to hold back tears. "Oh, sweetheart. No, just-just-" Why can't I talk properly? "Just your name, written kind of dark and curly."
There'll be time to talk about the ink later. I doubt she can fit me in right now. I set my mug down and go around behind her, sliding my arms around her waist. "Thank you, sweetheart."
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His voice is shaking and I close my eyes holding onto what he said. My name on his chest, in something dark and curly...Guess I can use the curls to help cover the other name...
His arms slide round my waist n' I lean back a bit as he says,
I crack my eyes just a bit an raise my mug to drink my coffee. I need it to get rid of the big lump stuck in my throat. But I have just the slightest hint of a smile on my lips.
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She takes a drink, and I think she's smiling. "'M not going to mess this up," I murmur as I bend my head to kiss her shoulder. Never meant anything more.
I know she has to get back to work soon, but I can squeeze her tight one last time before I let her go.