- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Modern Fantasy, Romance, Horror, Mystery, Slice of Life, Modern, Post Apocalypse
She had noted when in town that first day, that the women were prone to wearing skirts. Thinking back, she couldn't recall a single woman wearing anything but skirts. Not a single pair of feminine pants in the whole village, near as she could tell. This realization made her spend a few minutes poking through her suitcases for something that wasn't pants. She preferred pants for most things but did have a soft spot for skirts and dresses. The question was, had any of them survived the trip and the neglect in her suitcases? Most were a mess, even though they'd been carefully packed. Eventually she did manage to find a pretty light blue knit dress that wasn't too heavy or too formal for day wear. It was only a little wrinkled which was a bonus. She slipped into it and paired it with a darker blue cardigan and some comfortable shoes, suitable for walking.
She didn't want to keep Ciprian waiting and so had hurried up the stairs to dress, speeding past the portrait and further neglecting her wardrobe by not hanging it up, yet again. Her descent down the stairs started out as fast as her ascent but slowed to a stop when she got to the landing that faced where the portrait had been. She paused with her hand on the balustrade to stare at the spot where the portrait had been. It had left a mark, a rectangle of darker wood in just the right shape. She felt some creeping disquiet fill her at the blankness of the spot. Her nose wrinkled as if she smelled something foul. It had been a grim portrait, hideous in its own way, it was a good thing it was gone. Wasn't it? She chewed her lip nervously as she tried to sort out the strange feeling the empty spot brought out in her. She felt rooted yet eager to flee.
Shaking her head sort of broke the spell enough for her to scuttle down the stairs the rest of the way and then out the front door. She couldn't help but not the feeling she felt of some patriarchal tyrant watching her flee with some dark disapproval. Ciprian was there though, sunlight picking out the blue-black tones of his dark hair. She couldn't help the smile that washed over her at the genuine feeling of safety that washed through her at the sight of him. She didn't slow her flight down until she stood next to him, only barely managing to hold back the impulse to take his arm again.
"I'm all set." She said. "Hope I didn't keep you too long."
She didn't want to keep Ciprian waiting and so had hurried up the stairs to dress, speeding past the portrait and further neglecting her wardrobe by not hanging it up, yet again. Her descent down the stairs started out as fast as her ascent but slowed to a stop when she got to the landing that faced where the portrait had been. She paused with her hand on the balustrade to stare at the spot where the portrait had been. It had left a mark, a rectangle of darker wood in just the right shape. She felt some creeping disquiet fill her at the blankness of the spot. Her nose wrinkled as if she smelled something foul. It had been a grim portrait, hideous in its own way, it was a good thing it was gone. Wasn't it? She chewed her lip nervously as she tried to sort out the strange feeling the empty spot brought out in her. She felt rooted yet eager to flee.
Shaking her head sort of broke the spell enough for her to scuttle down the stairs the rest of the way and then out the front door. She couldn't help but not the feeling she felt of some patriarchal tyrant watching her flee with some dark disapproval. Ciprian was there though, sunlight picking out the blue-black tones of his dark hair. She couldn't help the smile that washed over her at the genuine feeling of safety that washed through her at the sight of him. She didn't slow her flight down until she stood next to him, only barely managing to hold back the impulse to take his arm again.
"I'm all set." She said. "Hope I didn't keep you too long."