Snakes and Fairies
Delfinia entered the Party with a strong sense of foreboding. All the props were in place; the Banjo player happily wailing away in his corner, the other Tooth Fairies dispersing themselves toward the various barmen or to the ladiesroom to powder their noses and last but not least, Toby hovering nearby waiting to pounce. She wasn't yet entirely sure if she would give him a chance or not.
Everything was as it should be, as it had been for the last few weeks, if not months.
The trouble was deep in her. It felt as if she were a character in a play, doing her part but not really a part of it so much as a dissatisfied onlooker.
What was there to be dissatisfied about though? She pondered this mystery as she ordered her first Green Drink of the evening and watched the girls grind their hips to some inner rhythm not quite in sync with the music.
Granted, Wuss and she were seeing less and less of each other. That had to do with his work, he couldn't go into details though due to company policy so she left it at that. When they were together it was all fine though, so not much to worry about there she figured.
Perhaps it was her new hairstyle? Maybe the prem wasn't really her thing after all. She still wore her pink tutu, naturally. One had to keep up standards, it was almost expected of her. But she had always felt free to expose the world to her creative side through a new colour, or if she were feeling especially roguish, a new coupe. And as she read so often in all the magazines these days, a new hairstyle did most definitely inluence one's mental and emotional state, no doubt about it.
But no, that wasn't quite it either.
What then? She sucked on the straw of her drink and blithely ignored Toby's slithering, snake like movements right in front of her cornea. He was becoming increasingly vulgar and thus vaguely disturbing. Attempts to make her jealous by grinding himself against her friends were merely succeeding in putting her off.
To go back home, or not to go back? She had avoided answering this question for herself for the past two months but now she decided she must go back. Not only for herself (she was getting more and more nervy by avoiding it, so might as well just go, damn it) but also for Dove. Afterall; how could she live with herself if Dove were indeed to die? She could put off the confrontation with her true origins for ever, in the blind and pathetic belief that she would have Forever in which to change her mind and find out but unfortunately the realisation that Life was Temporary and thus Limited was becoming inceasingly real for her.
Her patience finally wearing thin with all this promiscuosness on the dancefloor, she slurped the last of her drink down and left, without so much as a backward glance or goodbye. (No more Green Drink for her; it was vile and made her feel distinctly sick).
Delfinia entered the Party with a strong sense of foreboding. All the props were in place; the Banjo player happily wailing away in his corner, the other Tooth Fairies dispersing themselves toward the various barmen or to the ladiesroom to powder their noses and last but not least, Toby hovering nearby waiting to pounce. She wasn't yet entirely sure if she would give him a chance or not.
Everything was as it should be, as it had been for the last few weeks, if not months.
The trouble was deep in her. It felt as if she were a character in a play, doing her part but not really a part of it so much as a dissatisfied onlooker.
What was there to be dissatisfied about though? She pondered this mystery as she ordered her first Green Drink of the evening and watched the girls grind their hips to some inner rhythm not quite in sync with the music.
Granted, Wuss and she were seeing less and less of each other. That had to do with his work, he couldn't go into details though due to company policy so she left it at that. When they were together it was all fine though, so not much to worry about there she figured.
Perhaps it was her new hairstyle? Maybe the prem wasn't really her thing after all. She still wore her pink tutu, naturally. One had to keep up standards, it was almost expected of her. But she had always felt free to expose the world to her creative side through a new colour, or if she were feeling especially roguish, a new coupe. And as she read so often in all the magazines these days, a new hairstyle did most definitely inluence one's mental and emotional state, no doubt about it.
But no, that wasn't quite it either.
What then? She sucked on the straw of her drink and blithely ignored Toby's slithering, snake like movements right in front of her cornea. He was becoming increasingly vulgar and thus vaguely disturbing. Attempts to make her jealous by grinding himself against her friends were merely succeeding in putting her off.
To go back home, or not to go back? She had avoided answering this question for herself for the past two months but now she decided she must go back. Not only for herself (she was getting more and more nervy by avoiding it, so might as well just go, damn it) but also for Dove. Afterall; how could she live with herself if Dove were indeed to die? She could put off the confrontation with her true origins for ever, in the blind and pathetic belief that she would have Forever in which to change her mind and find out but unfortunately the realisation that Life was Temporary and thus Limited was becoming inceasingly real for her.
Her patience finally wearing thin with all this promiscuosness on the dancefloor, she slurped the last of her drink down and left, without so much as a backward glance or goodbye. (No more Green Drink for her; it was vile and made her feel distinctly sick).
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