every fairytale has a bloody lining. each story has teeth and claws.
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Aug 19, 2014 18:50:46 GMT -5
Post by Dahlia Kingston on Aug 19, 2014 18:50:46 GMT -5
[googlefont="Lobster"] I t was a cool Friday afternoon and Dahlia was searching for something to wear for a lunch meeting she was having with an old friend. Technically Dahlia considered her to be more of a mother figure to her but considering the differences in appearance to normal humans they weren’t too far off from being close friends either. Usually Dahlia didn’t have any trouble finding something to wear-one of the many things her dear friend had taught her was how to dress-but she wanted to make sure she was dressed to perfection. Being a fashion designer Dahlia’s friend would certainly be able to tell how much thought was put into her outfit and lately with their lunches becoming less frequent she felt the need to impress her friend grow that much stronger. In the end Dahlia would pick a navy floral tea dress with a 50’s style flared skirt and fitted bodice. Her white heeled shoes matched the white floral print of her dress as did her white banded wrist watch on her right arm. Her hair was let loose in loose waves and her hair parted down the middle. Her make-up was as simple as her outfit, clean with soft colors of pink. Once she was completely satisfied with her appearance she walked out of the door, locking it behind her, and began walking towards the subway. Living in New York City proved having a car to be pointless, or else Dahlia would be driving instead of walking. Thankfully for her the ride wasn’t very far and neither was the walk afterwards. When she made it to her stop she proceeded up the stairs, turned the corner, and within three minutes was standing outside of a small café. She walked past the iron tables positioned in the front of the café and made her way inside. She wasn’t sure if her friend was here already or not but she didn’t think she would mind if Dahlia ordered a cup of tea while she waited for her outside at one of the tables she had to get past to get inside. |
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Aug 20, 2014 7:56:11 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2014 7:56:11 GMT -5
[nospaces] I don't wanna live in a world without you Azalea had always been a very punctual woman. She hated being late and she hated when other people were late to meet her. So why had she slept through her alarm without almost a single care? Part of it may have been the jet lag, but the other part of it was the sheer fact that Rajan was warm and cuddly and she hadn't been able to pry herself away. When her alarm had gone off for a second time that morning, she remembered that she had a lunch date with her friend. The panic set in and she was in an absolute rush to get up and get ready to go. She showered, dressed, and did her hair in record time, brushing her teeth as she slipped her bright yellow heels on with her free hand. She tried to be as quiet as possible, but she was sure Raj would understand if she didn't.[break][break]
Heels clicking against the pavement, Azalea didn't have to go too far to the little cafe, and she certainly didn't mind walking. While she walked, she noted that the weather here was much cooler than the little town in India where she'd been for quite a few weeks, but it wasn't unwelcome. However, part of her missed the stifling heat and the new family that she'd left behind there. It'd been bittersweet, but it was time to go back home and maybe prepare for a proper honeymoon. Maybe. Sometimes just being home was perfect enough as it was.[break][break]
Azalea's stomach churned. She had quite a bit to tell Dahlia, since they hadn't seen each other in quite some time. This ranged from the fact that Azalea had fallen in love to the more subtle fact that she now had a beautiful and hardly unnoticeable wedding ring on her finger. How she'd break the news to Dahlia that she'd gotten married and hadn't invited the other woman was something that weighed quite heavily on her mind. She was worried that she'd anger the younger woman, or feel left out and let down. Azalea cared far too much about her to let that go on for long, so she slowly reasoned out her words in her head, trying to think of ways to diffuse the situation if a problem really did arise.[break][break]
It wasn't too long before she arrived at the cafe, instantly heading inside to order herself a cup of tea. She'd just gotten her own cup, an unsweetened green tea with mint added, when she turned to spot Dahlia walking inside. A smile breaking out on her features, Azalea paid for her drink and then slowly gravitated back toward Dahlia, standing at her side. "You look absolutely lovely, Dahlia," she purred in quiet greeting, very lightly moving a lock of Dahlia's hair further away from her face; an instinctual reaction to play with the girls hair like she had when Dahlia was younger. [newclass=".circle"]opacity: 0;height:250px; width:150px; line-height: 5px;-webkit-transition: all .4s linear;-moz-transition: all .4s linear;-ms-transition: all .4s linear;-o-transition: all .4s linear;transition: all .4s linear;[/newclass] [newclass=".circle:hover"]height: 250px; width: 150px;opacity: .85;-webkit-transition: all .4s linear;-moz-transition: all .4s linear;-ms-transition: all .4s linear;-o-transition: all .4s linear;transition: all .4s linear;[/newclass] |
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Aug 23, 2014 18:19:00 GMT -5
Post by Dahlia Kingston on Aug 23, 2014 18:19:00 GMT -5
[googlefont="Lobster"] D ahlia was standing in line waiting for her tea when she felt her hair being brushed from her face, which at first made Dahlia jump into flight mode but then a familiar voice followed and she quickly relaxed. "You look absolutely lovely, Dahlia," Almost instinctively her lips curled into a smile and her cheeks felt warm. "Azalea!" she exclaimed as she looked over at her and greeted her with a warm hug. "I'm so glad you made it." she said with a hint of excitement in her voice. When she pulled away her name was called out and she thanked the cashier as she picked up her tea. "Let's go find a seat before there's none left. I think I saw an empty table outside." she mentioned before leading Azalea out the door. At the moment Dahlia was filled with an array of emotions and unknowingly to everyone else she was having a difficult time containing it. Especially with her ability she knew the importance of keeping a level head but at a time like this Dahlia felt like she was a fat kid in a candy store. Azalea was not only one of her oldest friends but was, in a sense, her mother. Because of her father's species Dahlia's biological mother didn't have the luxury of living after giving birth but Azalea was the one that made sure Dahlia never went without, never felt unloved, and the hybrid was eternally grateful for that. Since the night Dahlia was born the two had practically been inseparable, until recently and because of the extended period of time they've spent apart Dahlia found herself that much more excited to catch up. Once the pair had found the empty table Dahlia sat across from her and when she knew she was able to contain herself she started with the question she's been dying to ask the most. "It's been so long since I've seen you! What have you been up to?" she asked with a smile. |
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Sept 5, 2014 18:45:30 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2014 18:45:30 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","circle"] WORDS: 333[break] TAG(S): Dahlia Kingston[break] OUTFIT[break] NOTES: Sorry this took so long! And sorry it's short. </3 I don't wanna live in a world without you Azalea was filled with a sense of wonder and joy upon seeing her friend again. She'd practically raised the girl, in all honesty. Of course, Dahlia's 'father' was around, but Azalea had taken the reigns as a mother figure from the very beginning. After all, Azalea's job within the circus hadn't exactly been dangerous to her. The big cats got along with her so well that there had never been any fear whatsoever of an accident occurring. Dahlia's father, however, his profession was a little different. A human falling from the height of a tightrope could and likely did kill people. Thus, Azalea had been there just in case the worst had happened. She was going to let a young girl be left alone without anyone to look after her. Azalea didn't want Dahlia to end up like she had. Being alone sucked.[break][break]
The werecat followed closely after her friend, taking a seat across from Dahlia. It was a perfect day, and she preferred not to be cooped up inside, anyway. Setting her cup down, she leaned forward, watching Dahlia with interest. Even Azalea could tell she was having trouble containing herself. Smiling at the question, she ran her fingers through her hair, "Well, I've been around. I traveled for a while. I've finally started my fashion business, like I always said that I would. It's going really well," she said with a small laugh. Giving a shake of her head, she leaned forward slowly, "But I don't want to talk about myself, Dahlia. How have you been?"[break][break]
Resting her arms against the table, she waved away any further notion of answering Dhalia's question further, looking expectantly at her. Azalea didn't like to talk about herself. There wasn't a lot to say, and as close as she was to Dahlia, there were somethings that she wasn't ready to tell the young hybrid quite yet. There would be another time and place for those conversations, and that wouldn't be outside of a coffee shop. [newclass=".circle"]opacity: 0;height:250px; width:150px; line-height: 5px;-webkit-transition: all .4s linear;-moz-transition: all .4s linear;-ms-transition: all .4s linear;-o-transition: all .4s linear;transition: all .4s linear;[/newclass] [newclass=".circle:hover"]height: 250px; width: 150px;opacity: .85;-webkit-transition: all .4s linear;-moz-transition: all .4s linear;-ms-transition: all .4s linear;-o-transition: all .4s linear;transition: all .4s linear;[/newclass] |
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