Outside, Looking In
A/N: A true drabble, only 100 words. Very tricky! Please review me. :)
Kindly beta'd (despite some well-earned grumbling) by chiroho.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Don't sue me, please.
Life in slow motion,
Somehow it don't feel real.
-David Gray, "Slow Motion"
A golden swirl of bubbles in a sparkling crystal flute.
The glimmer of light off precious jewels at wrist, finger and throat.
Banal chatter. Forced laughter.
A dark-haired child watches with the detachment of someone much older.
He, tall and distinguished, has the girl's eyes. She, petite and elegant, has the girl's cool aplomb.
She whispers something in his ear, and they both laugh at their private, shared joke.
Outside, looking in. Her parents' world is not for her, and even at such a young age she knows it with a child's fierce certainty.
She lives for escape, and freedom.