Post by Phoebe on Aug 19, 2010 18:11:42 GMT -8
(I don't know if Danny/Kent wants to join in, but hey, I want to post this anyways.)
The young woman who always thought of fairies became one herself. The dreams she had of flight, of sorcery, of romances and grand adventures were no longer mere fantasy, but only looking to the future--or sometimes, she thought, they might be the past. Everything drifted within her reach, and at last, her dreams' fufillment was on the horizon.
Yet it was the not until the next morning when she realized the true horror, the ultimate sacrifice she had made.
As she turned and twisted her head in the mirror, admiring her new appearance, she noticed something odd--was it a feather out of place? Or perhaps she still felt strange when her hair changed color--
Color. Her hair and her shirt were both purple. But they weren't the same purple.
No. Not that. Anything but that.
Frantically she started to tear clothing out of her closet, rending them from their hangers to hold up to her hair in the mirror. That purple shone almost pink--and this purple too--that green lacked the glow of her green--this orange practically blinded her (and was it even her shirt?)--
Left standing in a pile of clothing that neither matched nor complimented her hair, she felt her heart start to skyrocket. She glanced to the chair by the closet, and felt an rush of anxiety when she saw that the only items she had kept safe were--well, there weren't any items. Not even her black suit met her approval.
She stumbled over to her cellphone, hands jittering over the keys as she dialed the one person she knew would pay to make her happy--
"Hello?"
"KENT~ MY HAIR AND NOW I HAVE CLOSET NOTHING TO MATCH MY WRONG--" She stopped, took a breath, and tried again. "My closet was eaten by an alligator, you see--" No, that wasn't quite it either.
"M-m-- My hair matches everything in my closet and we do not need to go shopping!"
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The young woman who always thought of fairies became one herself. The dreams she had of flight, of sorcery, of romances and grand adventures were no longer mere fantasy, but only looking to the future--or sometimes, she thought, they might be the past. Everything drifted within her reach, and at last, her dreams' fufillment was on the horizon.
Yet it was the not until the next morning when she realized the true horror, the ultimate sacrifice she had made.
As she turned and twisted her head in the mirror, admiring her new appearance, she noticed something odd--was it a feather out of place? Or perhaps she still felt strange when her hair changed color--
Color. Her hair and her shirt were both purple. But they weren't the same purple.
No. Not that. Anything but that.
Frantically she started to tear clothing out of her closet, rending them from their hangers to hold up to her hair in the mirror. That purple shone almost pink--and this purple too--that green lacked the glow of her green--this orange practically blinded her (and was it even her shirt?)--
Left standing in a pile of clothing that neither matched nor complimented her hair, she felt her heart start to skyrocket. She glanced to the chair by the closet, and felt an rush of anxiety when she saw that the only items she had kept safe were--well, there weren't any items. Not even her black suit met her approval.
She stumbled over to her cellphone, hands jittering over the keys as she dialed the one person she knew would pay to make her happy--
"Hello?"
"KENT~ MY HAIR AND NOW I HAVE CLOSET NOTHING TO MATCH MY WRONG--" She stopped, took a breath, and tried again. "My closet was eaten by an alligator, you see--" No, that wasn't quite it either.
"M-m-- My hair matches everything in my closet and we do not need to go shopping!"
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