Lavender
Short-ish drabble-like object I just whipped up. Felt like trying something on the more visual side than the emotional. Enjoy!
Lavender
G
Disclaimer: WH13 isn't mine. I merely admire.
“So, HG might have stashed it anywhere,” Pete said, his eyes straying over to the wardrobe.
“No, Pete, you're not allowed through her sock drawer. Creepy sock thief,” Claudia told him.
“Not her sock drawer I was thinking about checking,” He said absentmindedly.
“Dude! Take the out that I give you, next time!” Claudia shrieked, throwing the pillow at his head.
“What? She's hot, you know it!”
“Ugh, whatever. Just help me check under the mattress.”
“You can get it yourself,” Pete muttered.
“Yeah, and you can be less creepy about HG Well's panties!”
Myka, passing through the hallway, happened upon the two at the worst possible moment. She froze outside the open door, eyebrows screwing together as her eyes nearly popped out of her skull.
“What...”
“Hey Myka,” Pete and Claudia said in unison, as if going through the room (that had previously been ignored by the rest of the inhabitants, Claudia claiming it was cursed and Leena claiming that until Helena moved out she wasn't messing with it, in case there were any weird booby traps,) was a completely normal occurrence.
“.. are you two...” She leaned in to peer at what they were doing. They had already gone through the closet and abruptly shoved everything onto the desk, which had similarly been upturned. Most the room was now in shambles, actually, excepting the dresser and the soon-to-be-violated four-poster bed.
“Artie told us there was something that HG's doctor wanted HG to have. Helps with the traumatic healing process or something,” Claudia said as she and Pete hiked up the mattress and overturned the whole thing, revealing the underside of the bed frame and a pair of boots that had been set at the foot of the bed and kicked under.
“Nuthin',” Pete said, snapping his fingers for emphasis, “Well, looks like we'll have to go through the dresser after all.”
“No,” Myka said. Pete raised his eyebrow.
“You're getting creepy, and you haven't gone through the bed stand yet, have you?” Myka retorted. Claudia nodded in agreement and Pete shrugged and opened the drawer next to him.
“Got it.” Pete said, somewhat glumly, as he picked up a slender wooden box of well-polished wood.
“What is it?” Myka asked.
“Her fountain pen. It's engraved and pretty, apparently.” Claudia shrugged.
“Apparently she gets a treat for good behavior,” Pete said, leaving that unsaid implication of his view of her. He would say it with a hiss if he thought about it, Myka had no doubt.
“Alrighty, then.” Claudia said, brushing her hands together to rid them of invisible dust. She and Pete left without another thought.
“And Leena's just gonna clean up your guys' mess?” Myka asked dubiously.
“If we ask her nice enough, maybe.” Claudia said, dipping into her own room, likely to play on her laptop. Pete didn't even bother with more than a shrug of his shoulders, not even turning around as he tromped downstairs to give Artie the fountain pen. Myka rolled her eyes in exasperation as she turned back to the mess they had made. With a pitiful sigh, she righted the mattress and decided to give Leena a break, picking up some of the jackets on the desk chair and hanging them neatly in the closet.
It took about five minutes to put everything where she figured it should go, and it wasn't as if Myka was rushed. Helena hadn't really had much of her own, and she had had more than enough space with the desk and bed stand to house what she did have.
A delicate toolkit, a pair of sketchbooks, and some little pieces of jewelery. A loose sheaf of paper that Myka set into a neat pile before she set them back into a drawer, some with writings or sketches on them. A silver-backed hairbrush with raven strands intertwined in the teeth. Different sizes and colors of sticky notes. Some colorful paper clips that must have caught her eye,bobby pins, some mineral makeup. Myka wondered where she had gotten it. It wasn't as if she had gone shopping during her time in the Warehouse. Did she steal it? Did she have funds somewhere? She must have, right? She paid for those students to get to Egypt.
Myka let her mind wander as she lined Helena's books on the far edge of the desk, instead of letting them sit in the floor stack Claudia and Pete had left them. There were some textbooks on philosophy and psychology, one on communication, and a collection of popular 50s sci-fi stories in three volumes. A slim volume of modern poetry. The manual to a 1997 Honda Integra. A recently-published almanac, and a copy of the Guinness world records.
What appeared to be three or four Harlequin romance novels, their spines still crisp. She must not have had the chance to read them, yet. Myka wondered what her reaction would have been. Probably amusement. Or maybe complete fascination. She could see Helena becoming entranced with Harlequin romances. Maybe complaining about the writing style, but still reading them. She should have introduced her to A Song of Ice and Fire when she had the chance, Myka mused. Helena hadn't even apparently had the chance to read Tolkien yet. Or Terry Pratchett. She sighed inwardly as she straightened the books absentmindedly. Helena might have liked Star Trek. Or Star Wars.
Myka looked around, finding the room mostly tidied up. Her eyes fell on the dresser. She walked over, not especially thinking, and pulled open the top drawer. Silk. Satin. A few lacy little things. Pink, white, blue, lavender, purple, a light sage green push-up bra on top.
They smelled like her. Not that Myka deliberately picked up her underwear and took a whiff, or anything, but being close to the fabric, Myka could still catch Helena's perfume on them. She looked to the top of the dresser, where her perfume bottle lay.
It was blue glass, unlabeled. Myka picked it up and sprayed a light mist onto her wrist, pressing her skin less than an inch to her upper lip so she could inhale. Lavender. Sweet, heady but still a bit on the delicate side. Myka looked at the fluid making her wrist shine, able to make out beads of the perfume as she twisted and turned her flesh in the light, catching on the perfume and making her skin glow. She put the perfume bottle back in it's place and closed Helena's drawer.
After a moment of simply standing there, staring, Myka took the wrist with Helena's perfume sprayed on it and rubbed it along her jaw, spreading the essence along her neck. Her fingers lightly touched her nape as she looked at the bottle again. It was surprisingly difficult to actually walk out of the room.
Lavender
G
Disclaimer: WH13 isn't mine. I merely admire.
“So, HG might have stashed it anywhere,” Pete said, his eyes straying over to the wardrobe.
“No, Pete, you're not allowed through her sock drawer. Creepy sock thief,” Claudia told him.
“Not her sock drawer I was thinking about checking,” He said absentmindedly.
“Dude! Take the out that I give you, next time!” Claudia shrieked, throwing the pillow at his head.
“What? She's hot, you know it!”
“Ugh, whatever. Just help me check under the mattress.”
“You can get it yourself,” Pete muttered.
“Yeah, and you can be less creepy about HG Well's panties!”
Myka, passing through the hallway, happened upon the two at the worst possible moment. She froze outside the open door, eyebrows screwing together as her eyes nearly popped out of her skull.
“What...”
“Hey Myka,” Pete and Claudia said in unison, as if going through the room (that had previously been ignored by the rest of the inhabitants, Claudia claiming it was cursed and Leena claiming that until Helena moved out she wasn't messing with it, in case there were any weird booby traps,) was a completely normal occurrence.
“.. are you two...” She leaned in to peer at what they were doing. They had already gone through the closet and abruptly shoved everything onto the desk, which had similarly been upturned. Most the room was now in shambles, actually, excepting the dresser and the soon-to-be-violated four-poster bed.
“Artie told us there was something that HG's doctor wanted HG to have. Helps with the traumatic healing process or something,” Claudia said as she and Pete hiked up the mattress and overturned the whole thing, revealing the underside of the bed frame and a pair of boots that had been set at the foot of the bed and kicked under.
“Nuthin',” Pete said, snapping his fingers for emphasis, “Well, looks like we'll have to go through the dresser after all.”
“No,” Myka said. Pete raised his eyebrow.
“You're getting creepy, and you haven't gone through the bed stand yet, have you?” Myka retorted. Claudia nodded in agreement and Pete shrugged and opened the drawer next to him.
“Got it.” Pete said, somewhat glumly, as he picked up a slender wooden box of well-polished wood.
“What is it?” Myka asked.
“Her fountain pen. It's engraved and pretty, apparently.” Claudia shrugged.
“Apparently she gets a treat for good behavior,” Pete said, leaving that unsaid implication of his view of her. He would say it with a hiss if he thought about it, Myka had no doubt.
“Alrighty, then.” Claudia said, brushing her hands together to rid them of invisible dust. She and Pete left without another thought.
“And Leena's just gonna clean up your guys' mess?” Myka asked dubiously.
“If we ask her nice enough, maybe.” Claudia said, dipping into her own room, likely to play on her laptop. Pete didn't even bother with more than a shrug of his shoulders, not even turning around as he tromped downstairs to give Artie the fountain pen. Myka rolled her eyes in exasperation as she turned back to the mess they had made. With a pitiful sigh, she righted the mattress and decided to give Leena a break, picking up some of the jackets on the desk chair and hanging them neatly in the closet.
It took about five minutes to put everything where she figured it should go, and it wasn't as if Myka was rushed. Helena hadn't really had much of her own, and she had had more than enough space with the desk and bed stand to house what she did have.
A delicate toolkit, a pair of sketchbooks, and some little pieces of jewelery. A loose sheaf of paper that Myka set into a neat pile before she set them back into a drawer, some with writings or sketches on them. A silver-backed hairbrush with raven strands intertwined in the teeth. Different sizes and colors of sticky notes. Some colorful paper clips that must have caught her eye,bobby pins, some mineral makeup. Myka wondered where she had gotten it. It wasn't as if she had gone shopping during her time in the Warehouse. Did she steal it? Did she have funds somewhere? She must have, right? She paid for those students to get to Egypt.
Myka let her mind wander as she lined Helena's books on the far edge of the desk, instead of letting them sit in the floor stack Claudia and Pete had left them. There were some textbooks on philosophy and psychology, one on communication, and a collection of popular 50s sci-fi stories in three volumes. A slim volume of modern poetry. The manual to a 1997 Honda Integra. A recently-published almanac, and a copy of the Guinness world records.
What appeared to be three or four Harlequin romance novels, their spines still crisp. She must not have had the chance to read them, yet. Myka wondered what her reaction would have been. Probably amusement. Or maybe complete fascination. She could see Helena becoming entranced with Harlequin romances. Maybe complaining about the writing style, but still reading them. She should have introduced her to A Song of Ice and Fire when she had the chance, Myka mused. Helena hadn't even apparently had the chance to read Tolkien yet. Or Terry Pratchett. She sighed inwardly as she straightened the books absentmindedly. Helena might have liked Star Trek. Or Star Wars.
Myka looked around, finding the room mostly tidied up. Her eyes fell on the dresser. She walked over, not especially thinking, and pulled open the top drawer. Silk. Satin. A few lacy little things. Pink, white, blue, lavender, purple, a light sage green push-up bra on top.
They smelled like her. Not that Myka deliberately picked up her underwear and took a whiff, or anything, but being close to the fabric, Myka could still catch Helena's perfume on them. She looked to the top of the dresser, where her perfume bottle lay.
It was blue glass, unlabeled. Myka picked it up and sprayed a light mist onto her wrist, pressing her skin less than an inch to her upper lip so she could inhale. Lavender. Sweet, heady but still a bit on the delicate side. Myka looked at the fluid making her wrist shine, able to make out beads of the perfume as she twisted and turned her flesh in the light, catching on the perfume and making her skin glow. She put the perfume bottle back in it's place and closed Helena's drawer.
After a moment of simply standing there, staring, Myka took the wrist with Helena's perfume sprayed on it and rubbed it along her jaw, spreading the essence along her neck. Her fingers lightly touched her nape as she looked at the bottle again. It was surprisingly difficult to actually walk out of the room.