AN: I know this is short and trash, but I dug myself into a huge hole with
this one, and I spent days and days just avoiding it, so, even though its
horrible, I'm just going to post it, then get on with life and my story.
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for god's sake!
I lay in bed, waiting for Riff to return. It was barely dawn, but he had been gone for hours, leaving beside me an empty spot on the bed that soon grew cold. I didn't go back to sleep after he left, I was never able too.
The door opened, and Riff entered. He had something under his arm, I couldn't see what it was. He approached me, the laid the thing down on he bed. It crawled forward, snuffling at my face with its wet nose. Riff leaned forward, kissing me once. "I'm so sorry Magenta," he said, leaving.
It seemed Riff had another surprise for me. Slumped against the corner in the ballroom, the girl from the store lay, passed out. I looked at Riff, questioning his intent, as he stood, polishing the frames of the Urthen artwork, and completely ignoring the girl. I kneeled down close to her, brushing the short hair out of her face. She was younger than me, but not by much, perhaps eighteen to my twenty. I couldn't say much of her looks, but then, I wasn't one to judge.
"Riff," I touched my brother on the shoulder, causing him to pause in his task, turning his face toward me, "What is she doing here? I don't like her. Her voice grates on my nerves."
"She's to divert Frank from you, darling, I'd like you all to myself."
I glanced again at the girl before leaving the room.
I lay in bed, waiting for Riff to return. It was barely dawn, but he had been gone for hours, leaving beside me an empty spot on the bed that soon grew cold. I didn't go back to sleep after he left, I was never able too.
The door opened, and Riff entered. He had something under his arm, I couldn't see what it was. He approached me, the laid the thing down on he bed. It crawled forward, snuffling at my face with its wet nose. Riff leaned forward, kissing me once. "I'm so sorry Magenta," he said, leaving.
It seemed Riff had another surprise for me. Slumped against the corner in the ballroom, the girl from the store lay, passed out. I looked at Riff, questioning his intent, as he stood, polishing the frames of the Urthen artwork, and completely ignoring the girl. I kneeled down close to her, brushing the short hair out of her face. She was younger than me, but not by much, perhaps eighteen to my twenty. I couldn't say much of her looks, but then, I wasn't one to judge.
"Riff," I touched my brother on the shoulder, causing him to pause in his task, turning his face toward me, "What is she doing here? I don't like her. Her voice grates on my nerves."
"She's to divert Frank from you, darling, I'd like you all to myself."
I glanced again at the girl before leaving the room.
