For "Wanda"
To say Eden's pissed off would be an understatement. On the plus side, she woke up with two eyes. On the minus, there'd been the fucking scary doll, the fact that she didn't trust anybody with her body except her, and the realisation of exactly how Brendan felt when he saw her.
She's run this morning, pushed herself, pushed Brendan. Admittedly, she was pleasantly surprised by how far Brendan's body could go before she had to admit defeat. She's fresh from a shower. That was pleasantly surprising too.
Down the beach, she's watching two white birds ducking in and out of the surf. She arches an eyebrow, turning the cigarette over between her fingers, thicker than her own. Good hands. She traces her thumb over tan skin, sparse dark hair and wanders how she's never noticed.
She's run this morning, pushed herself, pushed Brendan. Admittedly, she was pleasantly surprised by how far Brendan's body could go before she had to admit defeat. She's fresh from a shower. That was pleasantly surprising too.
Down the beach, she's watching two white birds ducking in and out of the surf. She arches an eyebrow, turning the cigarette over between her fingers, thicker than her own. Good hands. She traces her thumb over tan skin, sparse dark hair and wanders how she's never noticed.