what's wrong with you is good for what's wrong with me
Who: Asuka and Zelman
What: Asuka's birthday, and four damn years... stuff
When: December 4th
Where: Zelman's mansion
Rating: PG(-13)...?
Asuka stands at her bedroom door, looking down at the red watch that sits on her wrist.
11:58 PM.
Heart beating, face oddly flush, Asuka drops her arm and brushes her hair back over her shoulder, turning to look at the mirror on the wall. She's changed her clothes multiple times, for multiple reasons--the skirt was too long, the cut was too high, the skirt was too short, the cut was too low. She had settled on a pair of shorts and a button up blouse, the top few buttons left open. She thinks she looks cute, but not too cute.
She's going to be eighteen, after all.
Her fingers play with a few loose of strands of red hair, briefly touching the clips pulling it back before looking down at her watch again. She's just in time to stop it from beeping.
12:00. Mightnight. It was now the fourth of December: her birthday. She was past the point of expecting to feel different on this day. Most of her birthdays were quiet and uneventful, blurring into each other just like all the other days and years did. She's past caring about that,
As she steps out of her room and begins down the hall, she realizes that it's not true. This birthday is different. This one she cares about.
When she stops at the next door, she takes a breath, forcing her hands out of the fists they had reflexively curled into at her sides.
Stupid. Just do it.
Asuka opens the door and steps into the room.
What: Asuka's birthday, and four damn years... stuff
When: December 4th
Where: Zelman's mansion
Rating: PG(-13)...?
Asuka stands at her bedroom door, looking down at the red watch that sits on her wrist.
11:58 PM.
Heart beating, face oddly flush, Asuka drops her arm and brushes her hair back over her shoulder, turning to look at the mirror on the wall. She's changed her clothes multiple times, for multiple reasons--the skirt was too long, the cut was too high, the skirt was too short, the cut was too low. She had settled on a pair of shorts and a button up blouse, the top few buttons left open. She thinks she looks cute, but not too cute.
She's going to be eighteen, after all.
Her fingers play with a few loose of strands of red hair, briefly touching the clips pulling it back before looking down at her watch again. She's just in time to stop it from beeping.
12:00. Mightnight. It was now the fourth of December: her birthday. She was past the point of expecting to feel different on this day. Most of her birthdays were quiet and uneventful, blurring into each other just like all the other days and years did. She's past caring about that,
As she steps out of her room and begins down the hall, she realizes that it's not true. This birthday is different. This one she cares about.
When she stops at the next door, she takes a breath, forcing her hands out of the fists they had reflexively curled into at her sides.
Stupid. Just do it.
Asuka opens the door and steps into the room.