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 Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 8:16 pm
Aree had no plans to enter another fight for quite some time. She could barely move, had been notified of her expulsion from Crystal Academy a day ago, and was currently undergoing the exciting process of searching for a job. Aree Cadence had quite enough on her plate for the moment without the thought of trying to get herself killed. Of course, if she found herself presented with a fight, there was little chance she was going to turn it down.
As she was eased back onto the couch, Aree couldn't help her heels from bouncing. It was her small way of showing excitement.
“You read Twilight?” she asked, her features twisting into an expression of mock horror. She knew Ursula, knew the romantic in her, and was not really surprised. Twilight was for two groups of people: fourteen year old girls, and hopeless romantics trapped in the bodies of grown women. Aree fell into neither, but she knew enough of the detestable series to understand why Ursula might have waded through it. It was, after all, a saga.
Both hands lifted, settling upon Ursula's shoulders. Aree wanted to shake her, to slap her silly, and hopefully somewhere between the two knock some sense into her, “Well of course he wants you, you idiot,” she said, “Have you looked in a mirror lately? I know you have a compact in that purse somewhere, open it up and take a look. Why the ******** wouldn't he want you?”
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 1:23 pm
"It's a long story. A very long story."
And Ursula proceeded to explain that very long story to the attentive girl, mindful to do her best to leave out the bits and pieces of her whole turning into the bitchin' Queen of the Negaverse thing. That would come later. Hopefully not too later.
Both girls would continue to excitedly make plans for the future, the first act being Ursula's former apartment being given into Aree's caretaking (it wasn't like she had a reason to come back to live there, Ursula argued confidently, full well preferring the comfortable General-King's bed over her own). Next was talk of gowns and colors and seating arrangements, and the conversation would go on for well over two hours, until poor tired, beat up Aree managed to nod off on her end of the couch.
Smiling, Ursula rose and wandered over towards the love seat, plucking the quilt from off of the back end. Making her way back towards the couch, she opened up the blanket and gently tucked in the younger girl, who was peacefully sleeping away, undisturbed by being covered.
Digging through the linen closet would produce another blanket, and Ursula joined her companion once more on the couch, herself soon falling fast asleep on the opposite end, dreams of weddings and happily ever afters filling her head.
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