how soon is now? || w. a rose [i/v]

YOKO II

I do like Nakahashi, yeah she's fun.

In what way?

She's fun in the same way Axl's fun, she always has...has a lot to say. They get mad and stuff but you always know it's because they want to make the best of what they're doing. But when it all clicks, it's great.

Is she mad a lot?

Is Axl mad a lot? [laughs] No, she's great. She's great.

// Interview with Slash, 1991

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w. brief reference to past use of slurs against East Asian people 

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"I'll see you in February then, tell me how the Mastersons' divorce goes, I'm interested now" Yoko said, twirling the red phone cars around her nail. She shuffled on the sofa cushions, her brother had had her locked on the phone for well over an hour and she was starting to get tired of drawing random patterns on her pink pyjama pants.

"Yeah I will. Merry Christmas then," Jin sounded just as tired as she did, she could practically see the purple dark circles under his eyes and the pinched expression between the eyes. He probably had more of an excuse for that though, considering the slowly rising voices she could hear in the background.

"Merry Christmas." The line went dead. There was never a need for any 'I love you's or even any 'goodbyes'.

She placed the crimson phone down, joining the ever growing pile of mugs and empty glasses on the coffee table. She really needed to get on and do the washing up, the unwashed plates and pans in the sink glaring at her from the kitchen, but it could wait for now.

She breathed out before making her way to her bedroom. The room was a lot more personal than it had been in October, with her red duvet and golden comforter now screaming out against the plain white walls. She hadn't managed to put up any artwork, apparently that broke "rental protocol", so the walls would remain plain. For now.

Her favourite pink blossom candle now sat on her desk, nearly down to the end of the wax and wick but she wouldn't be able to get another until she visited York again. Her and Andy had spent over three hours in the shop, passing around the different scents until they went dizzy. She had left with the magenta coloured "Pink tree blossom" and Andy had left with pale blue "Misty Cave".

The golden toned fairy lights sat across her headboard and the nightside table held her hairbrush and a small cactus. She didn't know why Eric had brought it round exactly but he always did have a bizarre sense of gift giving.

She pulled open the drawer of the vanity, pulling out the heavy black bag and being careful to not knock her still warm hair straighteners.

Yoko moved back to her sofa, covered in a lilac blanket and pink towel. She yawned into her elbow, sinking tiredness falling over her even though it was only early evening. Listening to her brother rant about his own divorce for over three hours had not been the way she wanted to experience her Christmas afternoon. There must be a special kind of irony for a divorce lawyer having a difficult divorce.

Yoko would be laughing if she wasn't the person who had to deal with it, and she wasn't even the fucking person that was getting divorced. She pulled at the zip on her bag, the bottles of nail polish tumbling onto the towel. A taupe, not very festive, perfect. She smiled, that was the colour she'd worn on their wedding day.

A part of her felt like it was catharsis for how terrible that wedding had been. That horrid sunflower yellow dress that Cristine had made everyone wear; it had clashed horribly with her skin and hadn't looked good with any lipstick shade.