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Feb. 5th, 2006 12:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
velocitygirlInyri ducked under her bed, pulling the pack of cigarettes out and lit one, enjoying the smell, the taste, the forbidden enjoyment.
almost like wes
She grimaced. She had be trying to not think about him for longer than ten minutes. Obviously didn't work, as Inyri padded barefoot, into the bathroom. She looked at her reflection and made a face. Messy hair, dark circles under her eyes, dressed only in a teeshirt that said "I ♥ Bantha Patties" and her underwear.
She glanced at her room. Not much better than herself. It looked like a storm had hit it. Bed all torn up, from countless nights of not sleeping, plates from when she did eat, stacked in a corner, notes from Lujayne that had been left on her door crumpled in a pile because Inyri couldn't bring herself to see her sister. At the very least, Inyri couldn't let Lujayne see this room. Let alone Inyri herself.
She'd know that something was wrong immediately.
But what was wrong? Inyri couldn't quite tell herself what. It wasn't like she'd gone and done anything with Wes. Just...kissed him. And she'd stopped it. She knew it was wrong.
but she would have let it go further
Inyri takes another drag from the cigarette, leaning against the bathroom sink, the cold porcelin on her bare legs making her shiver. How come she couldn't ever fix anything? Was she bound to always be hurt?
She blew her bangs out of her face, tired of her hair being so long. A glint of silver caught her eye, scissors in a cup on the sink. She snatched them. A little dull, but sharp enough for what she was going to do. She ducked her head under the faucet, till her hair was completely wet, and combed it out, straight, cutting bits and pieces off at a time. Bangs that had reached her nose, where now just at her eyes, hair that had been at the touch of her shoulders, now hovered right at her neck.
It was a change. A start. Something?
Probably not, Inyri thought, as she flopped on her bed, smoking away still. Probably not.
almost like wes
She grimaced. She had be trying to not think about him for longer than ten minutes. Obviously didn't work, as Inyri padded barefoot, into the bathroom. She looked at her reflection and made a face. Messy hair, dark circles under her eyes, dressed only in a teeshirt that said "I ♥ Bantha Patties" and her underwear.
She glanced at her room. Not much better than herself. It looked like a storm had hit it. Bed all torn up, from countless nights of not sleeping, plates from when she did eat, stacked in a corner, notes from Lujayne that had been left on her door crumpled in a pile because Inyri couldn't bring herself to see her sister. At the very least, Inyri couldn't let Lujayne see this room. Let alone Inyri herself.
She'd know that something was wrong immediately.
But what was wrong? Inyri couldn't quite tell herself what. It wasn't like she'd gone and done anything with Wes. Just...kissed him. And she'd stopped it. She knew it was wrong.
but she would have let it go further
Inyri takes another drag from the cigarette, leaning against the bathroom sink, the cold porcelin on her bare legs making her shiver. How come she couldn't ever fix anything? Was she bound to always be hurt?
She blew her bangs out of her face, tired of her hair being so long. A glint of silver caught her eye, scissors in a cup on the sink. She snatched them. A little dull, but sharp enough for what she was going to do. She ducked her head under the faucet, till her hair was completely wet, and combed it out, straight, cutting bits and pieces off at a time. Bangs that had reached her nose, where now just at her eyes, hair that had been at the touch of her shoulders, now hovered right at her neck.
It was a change. A start. Something?
Probably not, Inyri thought, as she flopped on her bed, smoking away still. Probably not.
