ficlets100 - number seven.

[rawri]

001. Guilt
002. New
003.Solitude
004. Content
005. Tale

006. Distort
007. Luxury
008. Listen
009. Party
010. Scent

011. Storm
012. Lessons
013.Apology
014. Relief
015. Breeze

016.Fading
017. Passion
018. Stay
019.Rain
020. Within

021.Dread
022.Revenge
023.Time
024.Perfect
025.Eyes

026.Bloom
027.Beginning
028. Bath
029. Object
030. Lost

031.Pride
032. Death
033

Comments

air gear -> ⌈o7.⌋ Luxury.

[rawri]

The chair was a luxury. The room was a luxury. Even having clothes was a luxury, and she knew it- had her hands clasped in her lap, satin skirt and flowing blouse, because she knew it. A ribbon pressed and shining on her back, eyes under fluttering eyelashes- she knew it was all a luxury.

The walls were white to compliment pink, and his blue-collared suit made her want to giggle. It was ironic, all of it- that universal defeat would be a personal win, that she could outstretch her arms and simply smile, and after two beats, two seconds, two thousand milliseconds, he took two steps forward.

Arms outreached and met with a solid back, because he was bending for her, the smell of blood and battle lifting her up, and though she spotted a drop of red on his shoulder, she didn’t mention it. It would have ruined things. Red didn’t go too well with pink, but the choice of fashion was also a luxury