February 13, 2010 - 11:02pm — fayne
Of course M wasn’t there – he couldn’t dance. That simple train of thought was enough to make her giggle. Too much pondwater to drink, perhaps? The woman ignored her own train of thought with one last bubbly snort, taking a quick gulp of scotch. The dance had gone wonderfully. Rut – although grinning like a fourteen-year-old, and her barely holding back snorts of amusement, they’d barely said anything the entire time, just danced. Now that night had fallen, and she’d returned to the human world, the thought of it was entertaining. Not to mention the warm feeling that had followed her to her human home.
God, I feel great. Gonna make tomorrow a lot easier. There were things she had to take care of, but not yet. Decisions were best made at the opportune moment.
“God, I feel like I swam in beer.”
Barely surpressing a laugh, Tuna turned around to glance over her dance partner, stumbling through the unlocked door. It took him a moment to take in her appearance and stop. After all, in the Forest, dresses didn’t exist. It was only after she withdrew that the thing had appeared on her person – soft and white and huge. Pretty great. But anyways. Rut stared, finally grinning widely. “You look smashing.”
“And you look drop-dead gorgeous.” He’d decided to put on a suit for this, it seemed, and to hell with her if he wasn’t easy on the eyes. The blonde man grinned lopsidedly and moved a little further into her living room. “Hope you were enjoying yourself as much as I was,” he continued jovially. “Everybody else sure was.” Tuna flicked her hair out of her face and slid off the kitchen table, her bad leg for once feeling quite well. “Oh, yeah. I haven’t had that much fun since that time at the shooting range with Cybil.”
So good – so good- I got you – the music floated around her apartment. Rutilus made his way over next to her and leaned against the table, snatching the bottle of scotch from her with ease. “So are you gonna ask him or what?” It was unexpected, causing the girl to look at him for a moment with her jaw slackened. He grinned, raising his brow teasingly. She glared with a smirk. “Yeah, yeah. I am. Tomorrow. It’s always better when it’s on a special day.”
“Got that right.” The song ended, and they fell into silence, merely enjoying a moment of peace. The next one that kicked in caused Tuna to cringe inside – she saw the flash of recognition in her friend’s eyes. Come over the window, my little darlin’….I’d like to try to read your palm…
I used to think I was some kind of gypsy boy, before I let you take me home.
He was staring at the opposite wall. Tuna braced herself to cheer him up – a moment too late, for the next he looked at her with a renewed spark. “Wanna dance? You know, again.”
Oh, thank Gods. Chuckling lightly, Tuna stepped away from the table. “Sure.” He seemed to be almost saved by this answer, his smile turning somewhat genuine as he reached for her hand. They gently swayed around the apartment, talking little and smiling quite a lot. Through it all, the music played – melancholy, but hopeful.
Oh, so long, Marianne…it’s time that we began to laugh and cry, and cry, and laugh about it all again.
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“Tuna?”
“Yeah, hi.” She grinned, fighting the hangover that had shown up only a few hours ago. Christ, it was early in the morning – why did she come now? Danila looked tired. Sad, almost. Looking past her into the apartment, T could tell that it was a mess. Still, she leaned against the doorframe, smiling tiredly. “I hate to spring it on you, but I kinda…gotta ask you something.”
The dark-haired woman looked befuddled, and moved aside, sweeping her arm out. “Come in, then…why are you here so late?” She followed Tuna in and over to the living room, hesitantly perching on an armchair when the blonde took her seat on the couch. Tuna looked around for a minute, then lurched into speech – rushed, hurried. “I’m gonna ask him to live with me. M, I mean. My..my guy. Haha. And if I have a guy living in my house I need somebody else there who I can live with that has ovaries. That I can talk to, that I can make girly jokes with, who can sit through sad movies eating ice cream with me all night long. And…and stuff. So I’m…kinda asking for you. Haha.” She was flushed when she finished, taking a deep breath and looking up at her friend with anxious green eyes. “So…so will you?”
Don’t do it don’t do it you’ll be so shy all the time you’ll be terrible at this
She’s your friend.
“….Uh. Okay.”
The next minute, she’d been pulled into a tight hug. “Good lord, thank you.”
…She’s touching me. Unable to move, the creature stood stock-still, unable to find the right emotion to respond. But there it was, in the back of her mind. She’s your friend.
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Probably the most scatterbrained thing I've ever written. Just had to clear things up. :\ -floats off-
She's touching me. I'M
I'M LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY.
OH
MY
GOD.
LOLLLLLLLLLL I'm sorry I love you. I love how you got Rut absoloutely dead on c': <3 IT MADE ME SMILE and I think I had a crush on him for the five minutes that it took for me to read that. <333 This was alllll amaaaziiiing skfjhsdfkjdhsfkjd -FLAILS-
8')
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