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251 Re: Mirror, Mirror, on the wall on Tue Mar 01, 2016 12:36 am

"I'm not judging," I respond quickly, shrugging nonchalantly as I look over at him. "I've only had one boyfriend - and he had to break up with me three times because I wasn't so good at picking up the hints. I've no room to judge."

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252 Re: Mirror, Mirror, on the wall on Tue Mar 01, 2016 12:38 am

"Well, I guess we're in the same boat there," I murmur, picking at a string on my blanket before I glance up at her. "Did you love him?"

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253 Re: Mirror, Mirror, on the wall on Tue Mar 01, 2016 12:40 am

I scoff before shaking my head, tucking my chin down to fix my blanket absently. 

"No. I liked him, but it was only a couple years ago. I'm too young to love anything."

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254 Re: Mirror, Mirror, on the wall on Tue Mar 01, 2016 1:01 am

"Well shit, if I'd known there was an age limit, I'd have had a happier life," I scoff as I stretch my leg out from under the blanket, intentionally wiggling my toes under her blanket to bug her. "He was terrible in bed, though, so I'm not surprised you didn't love him."

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255 Re: Mirror, Mirror, on the wall on Tue Mar 01, 2016 1:03 am

Rolling my eyes, I lift my foot just a bit before bringing down on his heavily before kicking at him again.

"We were fifteen, and our fumbling just proved it. Besides, we only had sex the one time. Probably why he tried so hard to break up with me."

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256 Re: Mirror, Mirror, on the wall on Tue Mar 01, 2016 1:05 am

"Practice makes perfect," I smirk, withdrawing my foot before kicking back at her. "Just ask Jean- oh wait, you already know."

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257 Re: Mirror, Mirror, on the wall on Tue Mar 01, 2016 1:07 am

I smirk a shit-eating smirk as I twist my head to look at him, narrowing my eyes as I ready myself to kick at him.

"I do, and I am so bummed I haven't been doing that for the last two years." I say, kicking his foot roughly.

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258 Re: Mirror, Mirror, on the wall on Tue Mar 01, 2016 1:09 am

"Ouch," I laugh, kicking back at her and then trying to squirm away to avoid her retaliation. "I'll help rectify that, don't worry," I smirk teasingly. "Between him and me, I bet we could catch you up in a month or two."

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259 Re: Mirror, Mirror, on the wall on Tue Mar 01, 2016 1:10 am

"I don't want your nasty crawlies or whatever you called them!" I scoff, drawing my legs up and away from him. "Like I believe the 'you hired a hooker' story."

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260 Re: Mirror, Mirror, on the wall on Tue Mar 01, 2016 1:18 am

"Yeah, you're right," I reply mockingly. "I just diddled 'em up against the bumper of my van for free. It was my perky boobies that won them over in the end."

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261 Re: Mirror, Mirror, on the wall on Tue Mar 01, 2016 1:21 am

"You're not going to drop that, are you?" I ask, sighing in defeat as I glance at him.

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262 Re: Mirror, Mirror, on the wall on Tue Mar 01, 2016 1:23 am

"Not as long as I'm still nursing a semi over it," I respond with a grin.

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263 Re: Mirror, Mirror, on the wall on Tue Mar 01, 2016 1:26 am

"Ugh!" My face twists in amused disgust as I twist entirely to look at him, and I can't stop my eyes from trying to check as I shake my head. 

"I'm going to stitch the word heathen onto everything you own in bright scarlet lettering."

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264 Re: Mirror, Mirror, on the wall on Tue Mar 01, 2016 1:33 am

"I do look good in red," I smirk as I twist a little closer so I can reach over to poke at her over her pillow. "What would we stitch on your belongings? Personally, I love the word trollop. It's fun to say. Trolloppp."

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265 Re: Mirror, Mirror, on the wall on Tue Mar 01, 2016 1:34 am

"I'm not a trollop!" I half pout as I swat at him, scooting further away from him. "You're a trollop. I've had sex twice in my whole life, how many times have you had it?"

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266 Re: Mirror, Mirror, on the wall on Tue Mar 01, 2016 1:38 am

"Well, that's not a fair comparison," I respond as I wiggle a little closer despite the fact that she's nearly pressed against the wall behind her. "I'm nearly a century older than you. So, to be fair, by your age, I was still a virgin for all intents and purposes... not for lack of trying, mind. I'd been chased off at gunpoint from my girlfriend's bedroom. Over protective daddies, you know... not fond of echoes or echo's penises touching their baby girls."

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267 Re: Mirror, Mirror, on the wall on Tue Mar 01, 2016 1:43 am

I watch him suspiciously as I bundle the blanket in front of me, ready to use it as a shield should I need to.

"Still, you're the trollop here. A great, big, trolloping heathen." I say, holding back my smirk.

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268 Re: Mirror, Mirror, on the wall on Tue Mar 01, 2016 1:47 am

"Yeah," I sigh, resting my head on her pillow as I try to look contrite. Incidentally, I've never felt contrite in my life, and I'm quick to jump in and plant a quick kiss on her lips.

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269 Re: Mirror, Mirror, on the wall on Tue Mar 01, 2016 1:50 am

My eyes widen, an oomph escaping me as I try to jerk back and slam my head into the van's wall behind me. It's loud, and I'm certain I've startled our sleeping companions as I reach up to grab my head and rub at the knot forming.

"Oow," I whine, the sound jarbled with the stifled sound of my giggling.

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270 Re: Mirror, Mirror, on the wall on Tue Mar 01, 2016 1:55 am

I'd fully expected I was going to get hit. Instead, I find myself laughing loudly, Marnin responding quickly with a thrown pillow and a sharp, "Shut up!" before I quiet down. Snickering quietly, I reach out to take her head between my hands, rubbing it gently as I lean in to hug her apologetically.

"I'm sorry!" I laugh quietly. "I didn't mean for you to hit your head."

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271 Re: Mirror, Mirror, on the wall on Tue Mar 01, 2016 2:00 am

"You ass," I snark, the swear sitting oddly as I rub at my head under his hands. My eyes have watered from the hard knock, but I can't stop giggling as I look up at him.

I swat at him as best I can with my arms in their awkward position, managing to catch him in the forehead.

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272 Re: Mirror, Mirror, on the wall on Tue Mar 01, 2016 2:11 am

I can't stop snickering until well after I've turned to rest my head on her pillow more comfortably.

"That was pretty priceless, though," I grin as I tilt my head up to look at her.

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273 Re: Mirror, Mirror, on the wall on Tue Mar 01, 2016 2:14 am

I'm still groaning as I rub at the spot when I narrow my eyes at him, resisting the urge to kick him as I settle as far back against the wall as I can.

"Shut up and go to sleep." I say, nodding for him to cut off whatever lights remain before I tuck my blanket up around my shoulder and under my chin. "And stop trying to put your moves on me. You're old enough to be my great great grand something."

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274 Re: Mirror, Mirror, on the wall on Tue Mar 01, 2016 2:24 am

"Yes, dear," I say in a mock elderly voice, her swatting making me snicker again. Pulling my blankets up to my chin, I roll onto my back and sigh contently.

"Thank you again," I say quietly after a few minutes have passed, my head tilting up to see her already half asleep. "For the smokies."

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275 Re: Mirror, Mirror, on the wall on Tue Mar 01, 2016 5:32 pm

Opening my eyes, I offer only a soft smile - humming something that vaguely resembles You're welcome before rolling onto my other side. Knees propped against the wall, I curl up as best I can with my arms tucked to my chest, quickly falling to sleep. 

The next morning starts like most others. I wander out into the snow, tea in hand, and find a spot to sit. Thankfully, this time when I open my eyes, I see I have no company and can work through my thoughts as I redress and head back to the van. It's the same dream - Two storms converging on us, Ljuba and Marnin struggling to keep hold of one another in the vicious winds that threaten to pull them apart. It still doesn't make sense, but I question if it's worth bringing up to them when I crawl back in to see them secluded in the rear of the van. Smiling goofily, they've got their heads leaned in towards one another, going through a bag as they share whatever food it is they've got stowed away inside. 

Cael and Jean are in the front, and the van sets into motion not long after I've shut the door behind me. The next few hours pass without incident. I busy myself making tea pouches for us to all have around lunch - adding in what bits of tincture I can to stave off hunger until we hit the city ahead of us. The boys in the front have been passing Cael's pack of dried fruit back and forth, occasionally offering me one once I've come to sit between them to start the teas. 

Conversation is light - topics confined to whatever comes across the radio of food preferences. Cael likes chocolate, something that doesn't surprise me. Most who rely on the sedating nature of the echo stones lean towards the richer sweets, something in the drug-like substance leaving them craving the sugar. Jean, on the other hand, prefers mints. It suits him, I think, rich people prefer mints. It's an idiotic stereotype I've had in my head ever since my father took me to a client's house. A wealthy older woman, with little candy bowls through the house. Each bowl full of a mound of pastel confections, I'd grab a handful every time we passed them. And every time, I'd hide them in the pockets of my dress once I'd tasted one. Bleghk. Mints. My father hated trying to pry out the ones I'd spit back into my hand and shoved into my dress. Every time I got in trouble, and ever since, I associated wealth with those chalky monstrosities. 

Granted, this isn't a story I share with them. Instead, I let them do the talking - what sparse talking there is - as I fiddle with the kettle and try to think of the best way to divvy up the tea. Five people. Two thermoses. 

"How far are we from Arrowpoint?" I ask, finishing the first thermos I've decided will be handed back to the couple in the rear of the van. Rising onto my knees, I glance down to make sure my dress isn't on the hot plate before resting my hands on the dash to watch the road boredly. "We'll be there by nightfall, right?"

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