Post by chassiefear on Oct 26, 2009 20:56:57 GMT -5
‘Hayleigh no, it’s too far away for you to be by yourself.’
‘Mom come on! It’s not like I'm going there alone an-’
‘Hayleigh, I said no.’
‘So you can go running off to see Raenius and Dirge whenever you want, but I can’t even go spend time with my friend?’
(There was a pause in the air, a silence that hung thick and sobering as the girl stared at her mother through thick lashes that half hid her green eyes, filled with thoughts of rebellion and rage before she left the unfamiliar room. Chassie half sighed as a door slammed, her perfect face showing no emotion towards her daughter’s reaction. Instead she walked through a cream colored hallway to a set of mahogany double doors, trimmed with gold. She turned the doorknob and entered, locking it behind her with a soft click. She pushes a hand through the soft blond waves that fall with a careless beauty over her right shoulder, some strands opting to curl instead, sending spirals to match the waves. Heading straight for a cabinet she pulls from her pocket a small gold key, unlocking the door and pulling a crystal decanter from its depths, along with a glass, which she fills to moderate levels. Once everything is stoppered and put back into place she sips deeply from the amber liquid in the glass, swirling it once or twice as she thinks. She casts her eyes around the ornately decorated room, which to all outside appearances seems to be no more than a study. Maybe a study fit for a goddess, but a study nonetheless. Her gaze lingers on a full frame mirror in the corner of the room. She walks with an ethereal grace to stand in front of it, never a misstep in her stride, never a moment of uncertainty. Looking at herself she pauses to take it in.)
‘On the positive side…’ She mumbles, looking at what others saw.
(Her hair was long and thick, luscious in its livelihood, her face was perfect in form and her cerulean eyes peered at the mirror through naturally thick and defined lashes, both upper and lower. She could put on anything and pull it off with flair and ease. The grace in her steps was flawless, sure steps and lithe refinement made her every movement both flowing and natural. Her figure was beyond perfection, curving in where it should and out where it needed to, everything accentuated to show off the best of that area. Her skin was peaches and cream, and her muscles flexed smoothly underneath; ready to do whatever it was she needed to do. To the outside, she’s been called perfect, an angel, a goddess, the epitome of what every girl wishes to be when she grows up and what every woman is envious of. She has been told that she is the embodiment of boy’s deepest fantasies and men’s sweetest dreams; but to herself, she finds all the flaws.)
‘If they only knew…’ She whispered to herself.
(Underneath the perfection seen by others, she knows the truth. The scars that litter her body notwithstanding there are countless more. The fact that she thinks her hairline is too high and her lower lip is slightly fuller than her upper, casting them off balance, she always feels that her waist is too thin and her hips too curvy. Her legs are slightly longer than they should be and her feet are narrow, making them look something like boat paddles from the top down in her own mind, though to others they’ve been called artistic and curved. It also made buying shoes a living hell. She laughs, and the beauty of her own voice could drop lesser mortals to their knees. Stepping away from the mirror she sits down at her desk, getting ready to make a few phone calls when she notices the door unlocking.)
‘Chass…you busy?’
(She sighs, but happily, as Jarek enters, locking the door behind him. Her own miracle, standing in all his glory before her, not even aware of how gorgeous he was. She smiles in appreciative awe at his godlike visage.)
‘For you, never. What is it?’ Oh, how he could leave her breathless.
‘Why’d you say no to her?’ He asks, a crease forming between his eyebrows as they narrowed.
‘Did she sick you on me?’ irritation at her daughter temporarily overrode her desire for him.
‘No, but I want to know. And she has the right to a logical explanation for why she’d be denied a trip with her friend. I trust you have a reason for saying no.’ The sincerity in his voice was unmistakable.
‘I just…they’ll be alone Jarek. Alone. I don’t like it. A lot of bad things can happen to a beautiful girl in a cruel world.’ She sighed, taking another sip of the drink and pushing back a few long buried and painfully rested memories.
‘Things could happen to her here, or anywhere Chass. She’s going to be on her own someday, and then what, are you going to have her followed? Chass, she’s growing up, and you know she’s responsible enough. Let her go have fun and blow some cash, it’s not like she hasn’t earned it.’
(She could say nothing at this point, noting the way his body moved underneath his clothes, and damning them for obstructing the sight of his bare skin. How could he look at her in the same way she looked at him? It puzzled her, for she was nothing special, but he…he was a God among men, an archangel in the midst of swine, her heart belonged to him and all she wanted was to pull him close to her and…)
‘Chass?’ His velvet voice breaks her thoughts, bringing them to the present.
‘She has earned it, but Jarek, she’s young and…’ How to put it to words he could understand?
‘Not too young. Let her go Chassie. Have some faith that for once everything will not conspire against our daughter.’
His eyes, the tone in his voice, how could she deny him anything? ‘Okay. If that’s how you feel, then alright. But let me tell her. I’m the one she’s mad at.’
(Jarek smiled at her, causing her heart to flutter altogether too quickly, and he stepped towards her, closing the distance between them in two fluid paces. He cupped her face gently, and kissed her. Try as she might, she lost control of herself, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning back against the desk, bringing him with her. He very gently unwound her arms from his, chuckling softly as he did so.)
‘Later love, you’ve things to attend to, remember?’ he said softly. Of course she remembered.
‘Later then?’ she repeated, but it came out as a question rather than a statement of fact.
‘Chassie, if I couldn’t have you later, believe me, I’d take you now.’ Oh God, the tone of his voice, the feel of his breath still on her lips as he kissed her gently in between talking. She sighed, releasing him. He cupped her face with his palm and gently stroked her cheek with his thumb. Then he was gone. She would tell Hayleigh in a moment, but there was that pressing matter of a phone call. She picked up the black phone on her desk and thumbed through a rolodex to find what she was looking for. She waits patiently for the phone to pick up.)
‘Yes? What do you want?’ the voice on the other end sounded impatient and stuffy, but she would change that.
‘I want updates, as I always do when I call you.’ Her voice had just the right edge of menace in the undertone to achieve her goals without question.
‘There are no changes Ms. Fear. Everything is exactly as it was last month when you last called. Still talking, gibberish mostly, Still making noises, still asleep.’
‘Keep it so, and inform me at once should anything change.’ The harshness in her silken voice was above reproach, and she enjoyed scaring this man. He was too easy, like child during a Halloween night.
‘I will ma’am, but what about your other concern?’
‘It’s none of yours. Just handle what I tell you to handle.’
(She hung up, smiling. Standing she leaves the strange room and heads down the hallway, running her hand along the smooth oak banister of the home that was hers until her Tallahassee property finished undergoing some much needed renovations. She knocked lightly at her daughters door, and waited patiently until the door swung open. Hayleigh had been visibly upset, but her green eyes betrayed no emotion until now. Anger, resentment, a slight bit of understanding, hidden underneath the anger.)
‘You will be very safe. You will promise me this.’
(It took only a moment’s realization before her daughter flung herself into Chassie’s arms, nearly crushing her with the force of her hug. After a moment, she released her.)
‘Hayleigh, promise me. You’ll be safe, and please, call me at least every night before you go to sleep, I just need to know you’re okay.’
The girl nodded, enthusiasm flooding her features. ‘I promise Mama. I promise.’
‘You’re just gettin’ so grown up. It scares your mom sometimes kiddo. But you’ve gotta start doing your own thing sometime. So, you’re going to need spending money. Let’s go for coffee and we can talk about it.’ Hayleigh recognized her mom’s peace offering, for coffee could fix everything.
(And it’s Jarek who smiles at his angels as they leave, the world of Fear right again.)
‘Mom come on! It’s not like I'm going there alone an-’
‘Hayleigh, I said no.’
‘So you can go running off to see Raenius and Dirge whenever you want, but I can’t even go spend time with my friend?’
(There was a pause in the air, a silence that hung thick and sobering as the girl stared at her mother through thick lashes that half hid her green eyes, filled with thoughts of rebellion and rage before she left the unfamiliar room. Chassie half sighed as a door slammed, her perfect face showing no emotion towards her daughter’s reaction. Instead she walked through a cream colored hallway to a set of mahogany double doors, trimmed with gold. She turned the doorknob and entered, locking it behind her with a soft click. She pushes a hand through the soft blond waves that fall with a careless beauty over her right shoulder, some strands opting to curl instead, sending spirals to match the waves. Heading straight for a cabinet she pulls from her pocket a small gold key, unlocking the door and pulling a crystal decanter from its depths, along with a glass, which she fills to moderate levels. Once everything is stoppered and put back into place she sips deeply from the amber liquid in the glass, swirling it once or twice as she thinks. She casts her eyes around the ornately decorated room, which to all outside appearances seems to be no more than a study. Maybe a study fit for a goddess, but a study nonetheless. Her gaze lingers on a full frame mirror in the corner of the room. She walks with an ethereal grace to stand in front of it, never a misstep in her stride, never a moment of uncertainty. Looking at herself she pauses to take it in.)
‘On the positive side…’ She mumbles, looking at what others saw.
(Her hair was long and thick, luscious in its livelihood, her face was perfect in form and her cerulean eyes peered at the mirror through naturally thick and defined lashes, both upper and lower. She could put on anything and pull it off with flair and ease. The grace in her steps was flawless, sure steps and lithe refinement made her every movement both flowing and natural. Her figure was beyond perfection, curving in where it should and out where it needed to, everything accentuated to show off the best of that area. Her skin was peaches and cream, and her muscles flexed smoothly underneath; ready to do whatever it was she needed to do. To the outside, she’s been called perfect, an angel, a goddess, the epitome of what every girl wishes to be when she grows up and what every woman is envious of. She has been told that she is the embodiment of boy’s deepest fantasies and men’s sweetest dreams; but to herself, she finds all the flaws.)
‘If they only knew…’ She whispered to herself.
(Underneath the perfection seen by others, she knows the truth. The scars that litter her body notwithstanding there are countless more. The fact that she thinks her hairline is too high and her lower lip is slightly fuller than her upper, casting them off balance, she always feels that her waist is too thin and her hips too curvy. Her legs are slightly longer than they should be and her feet are narrow, making them look something like boat paddles from the top down in her own mind, though to others they’ve been called artistic and curved. It also made buying shoes a living hell. She laughs, and the beauty of her own voice could drop lesser mortals to their knees. Stepping away from the mirror she sits down at her desk, getting ready to make a few phone calls when she notices the door unlocking.)
‘Chass…you busy?’
(She sighs, but happily, as Jarek enters, locking the door behind him. Her own miracle, standing in all his glory before her, not even aware of how gorgeous he was. She smiles in appreciative awe at his godlike visage.)
‘For you, never. What is it?’ Oh, how he could leave her breathless.
‘Why’d you say no to her?’ He asks, a crease forming between his eyebrows as they narrowed.
‘Did she sick you on me?’ irritation at her daughter temporarily overrode her desire for him.
‘No, but I want to know. And she has the right to a logical explanation for why she’d be denied a trip with her friend. I trust you have a reason for saying no.’ The sincerity in his voice was unmistakable.
‘I just…they’ll be alone Jarek. Alone. I don’t like it. A lot of bad things can happen to a beautiful girl in a cruel world.’ She sighed, taking another sip of the drink and pushing back a few long buried and painfully rested memories.
‘Things could happen to her here, or anywhere Chass. She’s going to be on her own someday, and then what, are you going to have her followed? Chass, she’s growing up, and you know she’s responsible enough. Let her go have fun and blow some cash, it’s not like she hasn’t earned it.’
(She could say nothing at this point, noting the way his body moved underneath his clothes, and damning them for obstructing the sight of his bare skin. How could he look at her in the same way she looked at him? It puzzled her, for she was nothing special, but he…he was a God among men, an archangel in the midst of swine, her heart belonged to him and all she wanted was to pull him close to her and…)
‘Chass?’ His velvet voice breaks her thoughts, bringing them to the present.
‘She has earned it, but Jarek, she’s young and…’ How to put it to words he could understand?
‘Not too young. Let her go Chassie. Have some faith that for once everything will not conspire against our daughter.’
His eyes, the tone in his voice, how could she deny him anything? ‘Okay. If that’s how you feel, then alright. But let me tell her. I’m the one she’s mad at.’
(Jarek smiled at her, causing her heart to flutter altogether too quickly, and he stepped towards her, closing the distance between them in two fluid paces. He cupped her face gently, and kissed her. Try as she might, she lost control of herself, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning back against the desk, bringing him with her. He very gently unwound her arms from his, chuckling softly as he did so.)
‘Later love, you’ve things to attend to, remember?’ he said softly. Of course she remembered.
‘Later then?’ she repeated, but it came out as a question rather than a statement of fact.
‘Chassie, if I couldn’t have you later, believe me, I’d take you now.’ Oh God, the tone of his voice, the feel of his breath still on her lips as he kissed her gently in between talking. She sighed, releasing him. He cupped her face with his palm and gently stroked her cheek with his thumb. Then he was gone. She would tell Hayleigh in a moment, but there was that pressing matter of a phone call. She picked up the black phone on her desk and thumbed through a rolodex to find what she was looking for. She waits patiently for the phone to pick up.)
‘Yes? What do you want?’ the voice on the other end sounded impatient and stuffy, but she would change that.
‘I want updates, as I always do when I call you.’ Her voice had just the right edge of menace in the undertone to achieve her goals without question.
‘There are no changes Ms. Fear. Everything is exactly as it was last month when you last called. Still talking, gibberish mostly, Still making noises, still asleep.’
‘Keep it so, and inform me at once should anything change.’ The harshness in her silken voice was above reproach, and she enjoyed scaring this man. He was too easy, like child during a Halloween night.
‘I will ma’am, but what about your other concern?’
‘It’s none of yours. Just handle what I tell you to handle.’
(She hung up, smiling. Standing she leaves the strange room and heads down the hallway, running her hand along the smooth oak banister of the home that was hers until her Tallahassee property finished undergoing some much needed renovations. She knocked lightly at her daughters door, and waited patiently until the door swung open. Hayleigh had been visibly upset, but her green eyes betrayed no emotion until now. Anger, resentment, a slight bit of understanding, hidden underneath the anger.)
‘You will be very safe. You will promise me this.’
(It took only a moment’s realization before her daughter flung herself into Chassie’s arms, nearly crushing her with the force of her hug. After a moment, she released her.)
‘Hayleigh, promise me. You’ll be safe, and please, call me at least every night before you go to sleep, I just need to know you’re okay.’
The girl nodded, enthusiasm flooding her features. ‘I promise Mama. I promise.’
‘You’re just gettin’ so grown up. It scares your mom sometimes kiddo. But you’ve gotta start doing your own thing sometime. So, you’re going to need spending money. Let’s go for coffee and we can talk about it.’ Hayleigh recognized her mom’s peace offering, for coffee could fix everything.
(And it’s Jarek who smiles at his angels as they leave, the world of Fear right again.)