Post by Kelly Jacobs on Nov 20, 2008 10:01:10 GMT -5
She breathed in the very familiar scent. Ice Glacier, that's what it is, she thought as she finally recognized the smell despite the humid stink of the midday traffic. How could that perfume be unfamiliar when she has sniffed enough perfume bottles and angered more than enough salesladies until she finally settled on this one.
She stared at his face, half of which was concealed in the darkness. Those green eyes that held no emotion despite his smiling visage... holding her own eyes in a captive embrace. Like his scent, his face was familiar to her. It was like she had already seen him in one of her fairytale dreams where this guy was the prince.
Her prince.
She stared a bit longer, trying to comprehend the emotions that dwelt forbiddingly into her consciousness. Leaning in closer, she pondered. I've seen you before... I created you... You are born of my imagination.
As if admitting to herself that this man was indeed hers, she closed her eyes, resting her chin on the man's shoulder. She sighed, a resigned look from her face.
"I have found you at last," she whispered.
The man turned his head to face the strange woman on his shoulders. He raised a perfectly trimmed eyebrow, the creases on his forehead visible in the noon light. His expression was clear: he was disgusted.
"When you are finished drooling on my shoulder, Miss," the man said in a rather high-pitch voice. Kelly snapped her head off the man's shoulders, startled and apparently confused.
"EEW," Kelly's so-called prince continued. "Miss, unlike confused people, I prefer men over your kind."
"Y-You're not...?" Kelly asked, realization slowly dawning on her.
"Never was and never will, Missy. Now stop wasting your daydreams on me because nothing will happen, okay?"
She smiled an apology, her face a twist of embarrassment and amusement as the gay person shifted in his-or her-seat. Kelly almost wanted to die on that spot.
That list! Argh!
She stared at his face, half of which was concealed in the darkness. Those green eyes that held no emotion despite his smiling visage... holding her own eyes in a captive embrace. Like his scent, his face was familiar to her. It was like she had already seen him in one of her fairytale dreams where this guy was the prince.
Her prince.
She stared a bit longer, trying to comprehend the emotions that dwelt forbiddingly into her consciousness. Leaning in closer, she pondered. I've seen you before... I created you... You are born of my imagination.
As if admitting to herself that this man was indeed hers, she closed her eyes, resting her chin on the man's shoulder. She sighed, a resigned look from her face.
"I have found you at last," she whispered.
The man turned his head to face the strange woman on his shoulders. He raised a perfectly trimmed eyebrow, the creases on his forehead visible in the noon light. His expression was clear: he was disgusted.
"When you are finished drooling on my shoulder, Miss," the man said in a rather high-pitch voice. Kelly snapped her head off the man's shoulders, startled and apparently confused.
"EEW," Kelly's so-called prince continued. "Miss, unlike confused people, I prefer men over your kind."
"Y-You're not...?" Kelly asked, realization slowly dawning on her.
"Never was and never will, Missy. Now stop wasting your daydreams on me because nothing will happen, okay?"
She smiled an apology, her face a twist of embarrassment and amusement as the gay person shifted in his-or her-seat. Kelly almost wanted to die on that spot.
That list! Argh!