A/N hi everybody, merry xmas! it may be a surprise coming out with a new chapter finally ! I had some thought come to mind and I realize I haven't updated this book in over 3 years, I somehow reached to the point where I was unmotivated and been on writers' block for quite some time now~ despite all of the updates about me continuing writing for my works, I still look forward to writing for them as well 'cause I just missed writing for them and it always makes my day writing for certain projects I had in mind but never cared to fulfill. nonetheless, I'm gonna try my best to write on my free days. School and personal life has been a downfall on me and I just felt I couldn't do much on here for these past months of stress and overworking myself.. but my goal here is to write every day so that the inspiration will eventually flow. I always will take requests on ideas of what to write for any story of mine if specified. I'm glad to be back and write for these two again, thank you. Enjoy at last.
Desire
Tucked away at a secluded nightstand with dread blooming signet marigolds, Carol lights a match, setting a candle aside on their table from beside the bed. She might have been once noticed to listen to the wisps and squawks of birds that were only outside of the building, inhaling that delicate scent of Chesapeake and Capri-blue but she otherwise had so many minstrel moments and the way she noticed herself. The combination of the two gives her face a somewhat mild aspect, as though she had angered someone wielding a particularly heavy fright. When taken together with the crinkles under her eyes and the two strong structure decorating her jaw.
She awaited and waited. Knowing how much time Therese wasted in that bathroom. The grainy light, bouncing off her glassy moisturized skin, as it drifted off from the contrast.
Therese stood with a hip jutted to one side, her right arm draped across her slender body, clasping the elbow opposite. Her head lolled down to one shoulder casting her bobbed hair. Her bare body under a silken black robe that only hung about an inch from her knees that just peeked below the hem, frayed cloth. Her static dark eccentric eyes had picked a patch of nervousness with nothing to distinguish from palliative care that has occasionally calmed her nerves which from any other patch, she had the same feeling, the same yielding form, the same grime.
Her body trembles.
Therese has stood inside from behind that bathroom door for minutes now almost as if she were for eternity, realizing how ridiculous it was to notice. Yet she wanted a window into her mind, to stare at; to find out what was going on. Somehow she knew that approaching Carol whom was in the other room she thought of with questions or statements which was the wrong thing to do since she had derisive thoughts. She had hesitated and hesitated, hoping the feeling of masochism would stop but how? How do you get a person to notice you and stop feeling contemptuous?
She hadn't seen herself naked and afraid in front of Carol for nearly months and she was struck anew by Carol's good looks. Therese herself had been an attractive youth, average, rather ungainly, with brown luminous hair. But now the gangling figure had been smoothed and tailored by success, she carried her weight with easy self assurance and those drainy hazel eyes - which she knew so well how to use - held a basic wariness. Her hair, soft and perceived to run through with an unruliness that expensive cutting hadn't completely disciplined. It added to the attractiveness, hinting at a tamed individuality that was far from vague contorted pallid shadows that formed the dim flickering lights, the tedium of conventional female good looks casting.
Carol's form-fitting nightgown was a pristine white. She sat from the ledge of the bed, with her plaided robe draped around her. She was drowsy, lethargic in needing for sleep. The flame burnt neatly amid the dusty wax, the tasteful coffee hues dull beneath the layers of years. At first it smelt odd as if the fire were digesting the dirt, then it was just the same as any other candle - orange flame, blackening wick and pooling wax she sheltered around her curling fingers.
