515 Wednesday Night
Dec. 9th, 2009 11:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
anarchist_queenKarla held the door of the restaurant open for Leda and trailed her fingers down the elf's arm as she passed. Her entire body was singing--she felt nervous and excited and thrilled all at once.
Leda's arm tingled where Karla touched her. It joined her lips, and neck, and hand. Almost her entire being was tingling. Was this really happening? She hoped so. She was so afraid she'd wake up to find it had all been a dream.
Later, after the waiter had come to take their drink orders, Karla looked at Leda with a serious expression. "I owe you an apology," she said quietly. "For the things I said that day in the garden. I hurt you, which is bad enough, and I lied to you, which is even worse. I was frightened and I thought only to protect myself. But I was wrong." She slyly slid her hand over towards Leda. "I told you I just wanted to be friends. But that isn't true. I love you, Leda. You mean the entire world you me. I just want to be together, with you, for always."
Leda was speechless for a moment, before taking Karla's hand in hers, her fingers caressing her wrist and palm. "I love you too." she whispered. "I-I think I've loved you for awhile now. But I didn't want to say anything because I didn't know if it was too soon."
Sometimes Elves moved quickly into love. Her foster parents had told her they'd known within a week of meeting that they wanted to spend their entire lives together.
Leda burst into her room, a bottle of vodka in one hand.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid." she berated herself harshly.
It had all been a joke. A joke the island was playing. Of course it had. Hand trembling with the effort to keep herself under control, Leda poured equal amounts of Vodka and Peca into a glass, and downed it.
Swearing at herself, and Karla, and Merlin, and Fandom, and Shakespeare in Elvish, she repeated the process. And again. Only then did the tears come. When she had the added excuse of drunkeness.
"Stupid, drunken, junkie..." She couldn't think of anything bad enough to call herself, so instead she slammed her fist against the wall as hard as she could.
It was the one holding the glass. Glass embedded itself into her palm, fingers and wrist. Dimly she remembered that was the hand that had held Karla's, last night.
"FUCK!"
[Restaurant flashback co-written with the exquisite![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
glacial_witch. Door is closed, post is open. All is okay for broadcast.]
Leda's arm tingled where Karla touched her. It joined her lips, and neck, and hand. Almost her entire being was tingling. Was this really happening? She hoped so. She was so afraid she'd wake up to find it had all been a dream.
Later, after the waiter had come to take their drink orders, Karla looked at Leda with a serious expression. "I owe you an apology," she said quietly. "For the things I said that day in the garden. I hurt you, which is bad enough, and I lied to you, which is even worse. I was frightened and I thought only to protect myself. But I was wrong." She slyly slid her hand over towards Leda. "I told you I just wanted to be friends. But that isn't true. I love you, Leda. You mean the entire world you me. I just want to be together, with you, for always."
Leda was speechless for a moment, before taking Karla's hand in hers, her fingers caressing her wrist and palm. "I love you too." she whispered. "I-I think I've loved you for awhile now. But I didn't want to say anything because I didn't know if it was too soon."
Sometimes Elves moved quickly into love. Her foster parents had told her they'd known within a week of meeting that they wanted to spend their entire lives together.
Leda burst into her room, a bottle of vodka in one hand.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid." she berated herself harshly.
It had all been a joke. A joke the island was playing. Of course it had. Hand trembling with the effort to keep herself under control, Leda poured equal amounts of Vodka and Peca into a glass, and downed it.
Swearing at herself, and Karla, and Merlin, and Fandom, and Shakespeare in Elvish, she repeated the process. And again. Only then did the tears come. When she had the added excuse of drunkeness.
"Stupid, drunken, junkie..." She couldn't think of anything bad enough to call herself, so instead she slammed her fist against the wall as hard as she could.
It was the one holding the glass. Glass embedded itself into her palm, fingers and wrist. Dimly she remembered that was the hand that had held Karla's, last night.
"FUCK!"
[Restaurant flashback co-written with the exquisite
glacial_witch. Door is closed, post is open. All is okay for broadcast.]
