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tampered2008-03-28 06:35 pm
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log; ongoing
When; Tonight
Rating; PG (will edit if needed)
Characters; Abel Nightroad [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
whofelltoearth], Esther Blanchett [lefeufollet]
Summary; After a long several days filled with too many curses and too many unearthed memories, a night of dancing (some of) their worries away.
Log;
It took several tries before Esther was finally able to pin her hair in some semblance of a bun, random strands of hair escaping from the pins and framing her face. The dress she'd chosen had posed quite a challenge as well, the zipper completely refusing to work for at least a good five minutes before a particularly strong yank managed to pull it the rest of the way--and even then, the sea green cocktail dress left Esther feeling exposed, a small shiver running down her spine at the way the night air hit her arms and the small of her back. Esther bit her lower lip, leaning towards her mirror again, finger running gently against the shadows under her eyes; the lack of sleep over the past weeks seemed to be taking somewhat of a toll on her, physically.
Abel too, presumably.
A small sigh escaped Esther's lips--reddened slightly with the same lipstick Abel had played with on the day they'd exchanged bodies--before she stood, having enough forethought to grab a black shawl from her closet to wrap around her shoulders, before emerging from her room and walking to Abel's door. She rapped sharply on the door, cheeks already warming in anticipation and embarrassment. Mostly the former.
Rating; PG (will edit if needed)
Characters; Abel Nightroad [
whofelltoearth], Esther Blanchett [lefeufollet]Summary; After a long several days filled with too many curses and too many unearthed memories, a night of dancing (some of) their worries away.
Log;
It took several tries before Esther was finally able to pin her hair in some semblance of a bun, random strands of hair escaping from the pins and framing her face. The dress she'd chosen had posed quite a challenge as well, the zipper completely refusing to work for at least a good five minutes before a particularly strong yank managed to pull it the rest of the way--and even then, the sea green cocktail dress left Esther feeling exposed, a small shiver running down her spine at the way the night air hit her arms and the small of her back. Esther bit her lower lip, leaning towards her mirror again, finger running gently against the shadows under her eyes; the lack of sleep over the past weeks seemed to be taking somewhat of a toll on her, physically.
Abel too, presumably.
A small sigh escaped Esther's lips--reddened slightly with the same lipstick Abel had played with on the day they'd exchanged bodies--before she stood, having enough forethought to grab a black shawl from her closet to wrap around her shoulders, before emerging from her room and walking to Abel's door. She rapped sharply on the door, cheeks already warming in anticipation and embarrassment. Mostly the former.