hello dollhouse fanfic.
been a while since i've done this. haha.
title: craving.
rated: u, so far ;))
characters/pairings: none yet. adelle, mention of alpha.
spoilers: none :)
warnings: i haven't done this in a while.
disclaimer: I do not own Dollhouse or make profit from it. It belongs to Fox, Joss Whedon, and all respective parties.
notes: this is pre' any of victors mrs lonely hearts engagements. get where i'm going with this? ;)
summary: adelle feels different.
Craving.
Part 001.
Adelle DeWitt opened her eyes and stared at the pale yellow sheets, draped over her four poster bed that kept her shut off from the rest of her abnormally large house. And of course it was abnormally large. One of the first things she did after, just, a month as head of the Dollhouse was to scrap the flat she had in England, and replace it with the four floor house she, now, lived alone in. Alone, with the exception of her maid and her sister, who regularly came to stay to keep her company. With the position she held now, at the Dollhouse, Adelle could buy anything she wanted, any time she wanted. But this wasn’t enough. She didn’t crave a partner, or lover; she we self sufficient and liked being on her own, or so she thought. It had always felt that way, always. But more recently, since the Alpha incident, Adelle did crave someone. Putting the thought to the back of her mind, she elegantly swung her legs over the side of the bed, pulled back the drapes and walked forwards, into her wardrobe. She looked around at the rows of clothes she owned, and after a few minutes of comfortable decision making, picked out a dark crimson dress she hadn’t worn before. Adelle probably had enough different outfits for every day of the year. That was one luxury that she never got tired of. As she dressed she thought about the day that was ahead of her, the things she must get done, the clients she would silently judge as they ordered their carefully thought out fantasies and the money she would raise, but her thoughts kept being interrupted by that nagging sensation; that craving for someone she could talk to at the end of the day; that craving for someone who cared for her.
End.
nomnomnom :)
title: craving.
rated: u, so far ;))
characters/pairings: none yet. adelle, mention of alpha.
spoilers: none :)
warnings: i haven't done this in a while.
disclaimer: I do not own Dollhouse or make profit from it. It belongs to Fox, Joss Whedon, and all respective parties.
notes: this is pre' any of victors mrs lonely hearts engagements. get where i'm going with this? ;)
summary: adelle feels different.
Craving.
Part 001.
Adelle DeWitt opened her eyes and stared at the pale yellow sheets, draped over her four poster bed that kept her shut off from the rest of her abnormally large house. And of course it was abnormally large. One of the first things she did after, just, a month as head of the Dollhouse was to scrap the flat she had in England, and replace it with the four floor house she, now, lived alone in. Alone, with the exception of her maid and her sister, who regularly came to stay to keep her company. With the position she held now, at the Dollhouse, Adelle could buy anything she wanted, any time she wanted. But this wasn’t enough. She didn’t crave a partner, or lover; she we self sufficient and liked being on her own, or so she thought. It had always felt that way, always. But more recently, since the Alpha incident, Adelle did crave someone. Putting the thought to the back of her mind, she elegantly swung her legs over the side of the bed, pulled back the drapes and walked forwards, into her wardrobe. She looked around at the rows of clothes she owned, and after a few minutes of comfortable decision making, picked out a dark crimson dress she hadn’t worn before. Adelle probably had enough different outfits for every day of the year. That was one luxury that she never got tired of. As she dressed she thought about the day that was ahead of her, the things she must get done, the clients she would silently judge as they ordered their carefully thought out fantasies and the money she would raise, but her thoughts kept being interrupted by that nagging sensation; that craving for someone she could talk to at the end of the day; that craving for someone who cared for her.
End.
nomnomnom :)