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Posted by Zephyr on Jun 3, 2008 18:15:45 GMT -6
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May 26, 2023 22:14:20 GMT -6
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Well what can I say? I found myself getting well and truly bored a few days ago and with no posts to work on at that point in time I decided to try my hand at something a little different. As Tris happened to be online at the time I enquired as to whether she would like to part. She agreed and between the two of us we cobbled together what you now read below. Sadly though as my time was limited and the post was longer than I first envisioned we ended up cutting it short here before we went on our separate ways. I decided I may as well post this partly because I wished to know if anyone saw it coming and secondly to get feedback (which will go in a separate thread) on my writing which I feel has suffered during my absence from the site, Tris I am sure would also enjoy any feedback you could give her.
We hope you enjoy our “What If?” scenario.
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Cafas: "Zephyr is the king of bad decisions, but if Sebby being weak to ghost is anything to go by, not so amazing at follow through."
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Posted by shadow on Jun 3, 2008 18:17:39 GMT -6
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The room was slowly lightening as sunlight,- bright and strong, fought a siege like battle against this particular room that, though after midday, was still blanketed in shrouded gloom. The rather effective barrier that was the bland Venetian blinds separated the rooms occupants from the brightness and busy-ness of the world outside.
A sleep tousled head raised itself a millimetre or two off its nest of pillows to blink blearily at the alarm clock on the bedside table beside her…12:45…hmmm, damn, must have been a long night last night, the sleepy figure thought as she stretched expansively within the confines of luxurious material, reveling in the feel of the silky cloth against her bare skin.
…..that was until her questing foot hit something, another foot in fact, and suddenly her weary, waking mind was very alert indeed. She quickly retracted her stretched out limbs back to herself as she lay in her curled up position and exclaimed loudly in her own mind a number of expletives her own mother would gasp that she knew. Now, she lay there, taking stock of her surrounding in more actuate detail that unwelcome, unpleasant surprise will give you. Tris’s conscious mind was presenting her with an alarming list of aberrations, things that weren’t quite normal; the sheets she was current wrapped in, while feeling amazing, weren’t her rouged red Egyptian cotton ones, the clock on the night stand, not a hello kitty edition but a slim lined silver job, in fact the room in general, not her familiar clutter, but a stark, elegant and Spartan unfamiliar environment…and the soft sound of slow, rhythmic breathing that filled the heavy silence defiantly helped with the conclusion she was not alone.
Oh God, what did she do last night… And worse, as she was beginning to suspect- who with? And why couldn’t she remember? She hadn’t had that much to drink in awhile.
Tris knew she had to get up and get out and find out what the hell was going on, but the first step was getting out of bed. Listening hard for any sound or sign of this person stirring as she went. She slowly, excruciatingly slowly, and inch by inch crept her way to the edge of the bed ……and encountered a dilemma- she could get out of bed, but she didn’t have any clothes, and a quick scan of the polished wooden floor revealed nothing but a dust particle or two. So Tris’s predicament was simple- get up and make a break for the bathroom or something, or drag the sheet off the bed to make a toga style dress which would have the added effect of definitely waking her bedroom partner.
Tris- not exactly in the mood for more subterfuge, and really getting fed up with not knowing what was going on, chose the second option. Already on the very edge of the bed as she was, it was an easy task for Tris to grab a hunk of the sheet and yank it up as she got up and off the mattress, curling the cloth around her and twisting it into a toga style dress. This move inevitably left the figure on the bed only partially covered by the left over blanket, and remarkably visible from Tris’s view. Hmmm, she thought as she eyed him from toe to top; slim build, pale skinned, short brown hair- sleep tousled of course, cuteish she decided…and then she saw his face as he opened his amazingly blue eyes, and a chill of shocked and repulsed recognition ran through her- Tris immediately rescinded her earlier decision, there was no way that figure on the bed was cutish ….she knew him…..it was the one person who annoyed her more than anyone, who frustrated her more than anything, it was Zephyr.
She gripped the sheet tighter around her with both hands as she stared at him in shocked silence. When her dumbfounded voice finally wanted to emerge, all she could say in a high and slightly hysterical voice was;
“YOU- what are you doing here?....”
She stared at him, there on the bed in no clothes whatsoever, then glanced at her own make shift toga clad form, and then back at him. And it clicked, and it wasn’t a nice click- it was one thing to have slept with some random person, Tris could deal with that, but Zephyr….what had she been thinking? What had he been thinking? He loathed her too, didn’t he?
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