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itinere2015-04-28 07:57 pm
clairedanvers) wrote in itinere2015-04-28 07:57 pm
open | everything's just fine!
She had been cursed for days. Throwing herself at Myrnin like a lovesick puppy in heat. And Myrnin, being Myrnin, had really shown all the restraint that anyone could expect of a vampire... or of anyone really. In hindsight, Claire knew that he had resisted for as long as could be expected. In hindsight, she remembered throwing herself at him on numerous occasions. She had been a sure thing for him. And in hindsight, she was mortified. How couldn't she be? She had never... not with him. They had never... And now an already complicated relationship was made even more so.
Honestly, she was never touching another red rose for as long as she lived. Never again.
So far, she had kept busy, pretended like everything was back to the status quo, imagined that none of it had happened at all. She worked at Subtext, the massive bookstore that Itinere had given her and Myrnin. She could often be found there with her nose stuck in a book or trying to put the multitude of books into some semblance of order. This was easier said than done in a bookstore that randomly made books appear out of thin air. Needless to say, she had plenty to do.
More recently though, right before the dubious mass text from some lady named Brig, she had started feeling her skin itch. Her skin itched so badly that she would scratch it in her sleep or find herself scratching without realizing it. Sores were starting to appear on her skin and she was trying so hard to keep everyone and anyone, especially a certain vampire, from noticing. The weather was nice outside but she wore long sleeved hoodies with thumb holes and jeans so that every inch of her skin was covered but her face and fingers.
Claire was sick, but still able to operate in the day to day. And as the mysterious Brig had instructed, she was waiting for further instructions.
Honestly, she was never touching another red rose for as long as she lived. Never again.
So far, she had kept busy, pretended like everything was back to the status quo, imagined that none of it had happened at all. She worked at Subtext, the massive bookstore that Itinere had given her and Myrnin. She could often be found there with her nose stuck in a book or trying to put the multitude of books into some semblance of order. This was easier said than done in a bookstore that randomly made books appear out of thin air. Needless to say, she had plenty to do.
More recently though, right before the dubious mass text from some lady named Brig, she had started feeling her skin itch. Her skin itched so badly that she would scratch it in her sleep or find herself scratching without realizing it. Sores were starting to appear on her skin and she was trying so hard to keep everyone and anyone, especially a certain vampire, from noticing. The weather was nice outside but she wore long sleeved hoodies with thumb holes and jeans so that every inch of her skin was covered but her face and fingers.
Claire was sick, but still able to operate in the day to day. And as the mysterious Brig had instructed, she was waiting for further instructions.