capturedworlds | Entries tagged with henry

You know, this really is sort of ironic. Or not even sort of. Exceptionally ironic? Something.

Thing is, I never wanted a prince. I mean, I barely had time to see my friends. What did I need to add a guy in for? I had school and work and internships and projects to do. I had concerts to manage for Devin and publicity work for him. I was busy, and I was perfectly happy.

Besides, the whole idea of a girl waiting around for her prince to show up is a bit insulting to women everywhere. I'm not some wilting maiden in a tower, waiting for her life to begin with a kiss. I have a life, thanks. I always have. It's a pretty damn good one, too, I might add. I don't need to be rescued. I don't need to be some ornament on someone's arm in order to be fulfilled.

And then what happened? You guessed it. I met a prince. No, really. I mean, he's not any more, but he used to be pretty much an actual prince. Not just a guy from a rich family, but a guy with a King for a father. And all I could think is what the hell do I do now? Because he's rich, he's cultured, he's an artist, he's made love to some of the most beautiful women in history, and he's more than a little bit older.

And he wanted me. Wants me. Me who barely remembers to put makeup on most days, who gets lost behind her camera, who can spend hours in the dark room without even noticing. Me with the "weird" diet and the controversial, liberal political views and the willingness to argue them to anyone. I still don't get it, most days. But I'm grateful he came. And maybe there is room for a little more magic in my life.

Anyone was wondering.

I already had to fight Tony for use of the icon. I told him to go find Lee. Then he pouted.

ooc: err. sorry. Icons were up on my f-list and really, she insisted one be used.

Current Mood: flirty

She could have slept a lot more of the day away, without the sun to cue her body that it was morning. She hadn't slept much the night before, and had only managed a few hours on Henry's sofa before he woke her to tell her it was almost dawn. It was an option, a choice. She could leave before the sun rose, slip out of the apartment and head back to her own, the way she'd done before, or she could stay.

The decision wasn't that hard to make.

Melissa got the impression that the pajama pants were for her sake. They didn't look like he'd ever worn them before, when he came out of his bathroom. She was only half-awake, and yet highly alert at the same time. Knowing something in theory and seeing it in practice were two very different things. His smile was reassuring, though, when he climbed into the bed and after a moment, she'd slid out of her shorts and climbed in next to him in her tank top and panties. It wasn't like he was going to be awake much longer to notice her state of dress or undress anyway.

Curling up close to him, Melissa laid one hand over his, very careful not to get their fingers tangled, unsure if he'd go stiff or not and not really wanting to find that out. It was sudden when dawn came. One moment he was there, with her, and the next he was gone, still and suddenly colder. The suddenness of it blurred her vision, the spark of Henry that stood out, marked him as different, as Other, was gone and it was just flesh that remained. That, more than his stillness, scared her and for a moment she almost retreated. Her fingers trembled a little, but she turned out the bedside lamp and settled back next to him again. The lack of the sound of his breathing was eerie, but she focused instead on the evening, on the reassurance they both needed, which was the whole reason she was staying. Eventually, she fell back asleep, still curled close to him.

She was disoriented when she woke again, confused by the absolute darkness of the room, and the feel of him, still and cold, so close, but she wasn't scared, and she felt the most immense relief at that. It was creepy, yes, and she wished he didn't have to be so very gone, but she wasn't scared. She was, however, hungry.

Dressed, she searched the apartment for food, and though there was a very nice selection of alcohol, breakfast was not forthcoming. The clock on the cable box said it was almost ten, so she snagged Henry's key and headed out in search of sustenance. She could have gone home, come back later, but she wanted to stay close, so she just swung by her place to shower and change into clean clothes, grab food and her favorite take out menus, and feed the cats before heading back uptown to his place.

The day was long, even with sleeping so much of it away. She preferred to be more active, more engaged, less cooped up inside. Luckily, in the early afternoon, a storm moved through dumping rain on the city in torrents, which made her self-enforced enclosure easier to bear. She poked about on the internet, then curled up on the couch and spent most of the afternoon reading Henry's romance novels, chosen from the stack of author's copies he'd shown her. She figured she'd save the graphic novels for later, and immersed herself with guilty pleasure in tales of pirates and cabin boys who were really stowaway girls in disguise.

It was hard to tell when the sun might set, given the clouds in the sky, but when she thought it was getting near the time, she slipped back into his bedroom, flipping on the bedside lamp and settled back next to him with her purloined book, wondering if she could get to the end before he woke up.

[ooc: Companion piece/Continued here.]

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

(After this.)

The sun rose at 544AM. Watching that transition, for Henry, wasn't something she was quite ready for, perhaps something neither of them was, so she slipped out of his apartment in time for him to get ready to sleep the day away. The longer days really had to be hard for him, she mused, wandering a little up the streets. He lost so many more hours of awakeness than he would have in winter.

She wondered, briefly, in that sort of dazed no-sleep way, whether he'd ever considered Alaska with the months of darkness and if he'd get tired without sleeping, or not. And would vampires in Alaska sleep the whole summer away, if the sun never set? Were there vampires in Alaska? Was there some place in the southern hemisphere that did something similar and did anyone migrate back and forth between them to live in near eternal darkness, just to stay awake? Did they start to hallucinate without sleep?

Melissa thought she might without coffee, so she swung into an open coffee shop around 615 to grab a quad shot of espresso mixed up with lots more sugar than she ever considered using. Her parents would be by her apartment in less than an hour. She had to be dressed in cap and gown and pretty heels with her hair done and have herself to Washington Square Park for the Commencement breakfast for the Art School in an hour and forty five minutes and at the park in two hours and fifteen minutes. They'd assemble to process into the park or whatever in two and a half hours. The procession started in two hours and forty five minutes. The freakin' ceremony, however, would not start for an hour and a half after that. It would take an hour and a half to get through the ceremony.

They'd present all the alumni awards, first. The Congressman for the 15th District was getting it this year. How did she remember that? Honorary degrees came next. Those, she had to admit, she didn't understand, but whatever. Then the President of the University would speak. Then music. She kept running over it in her head. The arts degrees came last. Even though she'd managed to get enough credits with an English minor to qualify for two degrees instead of just her double major, she'd decided to walk with the photography students. If she'd done journalism, she'd have gone first, but. She liked her fellow artists more. Probably...1130ish? Close to the end, at least.

Maybe she could nap in between? Except that wouldn't be being present. So, noon, they'd be done, except then there was the College of Arts and Sciences reception immediately following the ceremony. Then pictures. Pictures on campus. Pictures by the fountains. Pictures with flowers. Pictures without. Pictures with her mother fussing with her hair again. Pictures with her friends. Lots of smiling. Lots of energy.

Possibly she should have gotten more than four shots, or maybe, god willing, she could convince Daddy to run and get her another one before the reception.

It was bad to be calculating when she could nap, but she figured they'd probably be back at the apartment by 200 or 300. And dinner reservations at Candle 79 weren't until 700, so. That was naptime, right? Except her mother would probably start harping about thank you notes again.

Had she invited Henry to dinner? Would they notice he didn't eat? Did he really want to meet them already? Old-fashioned boy, so probably. She rubbed her temples, begging the caffeine to kick in. Would they ask why he hadn't been at the ceremony? Why she hadn't had a boy of her own there? Mama seemed more and more obsessed with that, which was especially odd when you considered she hadn't gotten married until she'd been 29, but still. It could be awkward.

Melissa kept concentrating on the details of the day, because if she didn't, then she'd have to think about the night before. Have to think about everything he'd told her. Have to wonder about Christina. About Vicki. About whether he'd rather be with someone like him, be with them, one who he wanted to spend all time with (when he was 17 for god's sake, she chided herself) and one who he'd turned...but knowing he'd lose her. The practical edge reasserted itself a little as the caffeine kicked in, pushing down the momentary insecurities. But, honestly. It was still hard to shake the idea of vampires in eternal love, nevermind territoriality issues. Except those issues were real, and he wasn't with them and he hadn't seen Christina for over 450 years. Seriously. She mentally smacked herself, finishing the coffee and tossing it into a trashcan on her corner before going inside and taking the elevator up, fishing for her key.

Her parents would be here in a half hour, and she still had to shower and find a way to look like she hadn't spent the whole night up talking to a vampire instead of getting the sleep she ought to have before this momentous day.

Somewhere in there she found a flicker of gratitude that she'd passed her finals, but then she was too busy to dwell on much of anything else.

Current Mood: sleepy

Finishing college seemed a reason to celebrate by indulging herself a bit, so Melissa spent the late morning and early afternoon hours getting a pedicure and a manicure and then even allowed herself to spend a couple of hours shopping, ending up with a rust colored satin camisole and a tiered chocolate brown skirt that spun out nicely should they end up going dancing after all. She didn't need new clothes for the evening, but it made a nice excuse.

The rest of the afternoon slipped by in chatting online and playing with the cats and anything else she could come up with to ease the nerves until the sun set. Since she'd taken Peter's advice and hired a housekeeper to clean before her parents got here, the apartment was spotless, and there was nothing to study anymore. In the end, she went for a run, getting back just in enough time to shower and pull on the new outfit with a pair of beaded sandals to show off the pedicure. She pulled part of her hair back, leaving it half down.

Then there was nothing left to do but wait and keep the cats from batting at the tiers of her skirt, which really was a useless battle until she went back to distracting them with the feather toy. Thankfully, that distracted her as well, until she was kneeling on the wooden floor, swishing it back and forth, completely ignoring the clock, and trying to not giggle far too much at the suddenly very funny realization that she was spending the evening having dinner with a vampire at a purely vegetarian restaurant.

S	M	T	W	T	F	S
			1	2	3	4
5	6	7	8	9	10	11
12	13	14	15	16	17	18
19	20	21	22	23	24	25
26	27	28	29	30	31

Níl Gach Uile Fhánaí Caillte

(Not all who wander are lost)

Entries tagged with henry

[MI] Disney 5: Some day my prince will come

[GIP] Just in case....

libraryofwinds Challenge: Long

RoTM 1.47.3 -- Graduation Day

RP for almostaprince

Profile

December 2010

Syndicate

Most Popular Tags

Page Summary

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags