Post by ARIANNA "NIXIE" SYMPHONIA on Nov 2, 2011 20:08:47 GMT -5
The Community Center was empty. Which made it entirely ideal for Nixie right then and there.
She was in one of her typical outfits, that folded and draped around her body with soft and relaxed material that just let her feel relaxed while still looking classy. It was something she had learned how to do when she was young and she had never let the habit fall away, she had instead utilized it to show off her Council Mark to her advantage. It was funny how these things worked out sometimes.
Nixie was in one hell of an odd mood. She wasn’t even sure why she was in such a mood, she had simply woken up in one and there was nothing that she could honestly do about it except for suck it up and try to move through it. There was no parties planned, no meetings with friends, no Council Meetings…she was entirely free tonight and that, if anything, made her more antsy to do something.
Perhaps it was because she hadn’t had sex in two and a half weeks.
She groaned outloud at that thought. She couldn’t stand that idea. She usually went a total of three days before she found another partner she was willing to go to bed with. Hell, she had certain friends who were just her friends for the sake of the phenomenal sex that she had with them. And now here she was, two and a half weeks celebate. To a Shade whose primary sin was Lust, this was mostly unheard of. And insane. She was insane. Perhaps that was the name of this odd feeling that had settled itself into her gut and wouldn’t come loose no matter how hard that she wished it would. It was possible.
There was one reason and one reason alone that she was so insane. It was because she was matched. Matched to someone who was so nice to her, so sweet, and it freaked her the hell out. So she was avoiding him because of how wigged out this feeling made her. Which also meant she was avoiding the one person who could give her what she was craving so badly. The idea of sleeping with someone else when you were matched made a person entirely nauseus. But with her latest stomach bug, or what she assumed was a stomach bug because she wasn’t going to the doctors, made her this nauseus as well.
So maybe she would just decide to fuck it and sleep with one of her usual partners anyway. She was debating about that as she arched her arm over her head lazily and sighed. It was probably a good idea, it would get this tension out of her shoulders and make her feel more relaxed. And it would probably let her think more objectively about Justin if she wasn’t lusting over sex. Because chances were if she kept lusting over sex she would find herself going to talk to him just for that. And she needed to stay strong and keep avoiding him. Why? Because the idea of letting herself get close to someone scared the shit out of her.
The arch of her arm was reflected a million times, bouncing off one mirrored wall to the other that was opposite it and doing the same for the other set, being that all four walls were mirrored in this place. Where was she? Laying flat on her back in the middle of the mirrored room that was reserved for dance practices in the community center. But there was no dance classes scheduled for today. No one was working right now. The world outside was dark, the place was closed, and yet here she was.
The movement also caused the many bangles that were made of plastic so they didn’t jingle race down her arm to nearly make their way to her elbow, they were big enough to make that movement easily. She sighed a little and then arched her back slightly just to move a little and also to make her back more comfortable. Wooden floors were not built for comfort after all. Then again, she doubted that anyone had thought that people would be laying down on the floor when this place had just been built.
She closed her eyes, blocking off her dark blue eyes from the rest of the world and sighed, just laying there. She had come here to be alone, but now that she was alone she really wished that she wasn’t. She had managed to ditch Marco some time ago, and had texted him to let him know that she was fine but didn’t want the company. He had agreed, letting her be once he knew that she was safe, but now she wished that he would magically appear just so she would have someone to talk to.
Nah, she would rather have one of her sexual partners to be honest. Despite everyone’s accusations about her relationship with Marco, he had never touched her in that manner and she had only done it to him to see if he would react. He hadn’t. So she needed a real sexual partner, preferably one of her usual flings. But all the same, she didn’t feel like calling any of them.
This was an odd feeling. She wanted something, but she didn’t. She wanted company but she wanted to be alone. She wanted to move but she wanted to sit still. She wanted to scream but she wanted to laugh. She equated this feeling to not having sex because she was an odd child, but she didn’t know what it was really coming from. It was frustrating her enough that she felt it building in her chest. So she screamed, loud and high and clear. And then she laughed, amused by how that felt getting it off her chest.
She sighed, a bit more relaxed, and crossed her legs at her ankles, feeling the movement along the worn wood being that her dress wasn’t long enough to reach that far. She felt a bit better…but that didn’t mean she was satisfied. Oh damn no, she was never satisfied.
Words: 1050
Muse: Excellent
Comments: She's so odd
She was in one of her typical outfits, that folded and draped around her body with soft and relaxed material that just let her feel relaxed while still looking classy. It was something she had learned how to do when she was young and she had never let the habit fall away, she had instead utilized it to show off her Council Mark to her advantage. It was funny how these things worked out sometimes.
Nixie was in one hell of an odd mood. She wasn’t even sure why she was in such a mood, she had simply woken up in one and there was nothing that she could honestly do about it except for suck it up and try to move through it. There was no parties planned, no meetings with friends, no Council Meetings…she was entirely free tonight and that, if anything, made her more antsy to do something.
Perhaps it was because she hadn’t had sex in two and a half weeks.
She groaned outloud at that thought. She couldn’t stand that idea. She usually went a total of three days before she found another partner she was willing to go to bed with. Hell, she had certain friends who were just her friends for the sake of the phenomenal sex that she had with them. And now here she was, two and a half weeks celebate. To a Shade whose primary sin was Lust, this was mostly unheard of. And insane. She was insane. Perhaps that was the name of this odd feeling that had settled itself into her gut and wouldn’t come loose no matter how hard that she wished it would. It was possible.
There was one reason and one reason alone that she was so insane. It was because she was matched. Matched to someone who was so nice to her, so sweet, and it freaked her the hell out. So she was avoiding him because of how wigged out this feeling made her. Which also meant she was avoiding the one person who could give her what she was craving so badly. The idea of sleeping with someone else when you were matched made a person entirely nauseus. But with her latest stomach bug, or what she assumed was a stomach bug because she wasn’t going to the doctors, made her this nauseus as well.
So maybe she would just decide to fuck it and sleep with one of her usual partners anyway. She was debating about that as she arched her arm over her head lazily and sighed. It was probably a good idea, it would get this tension out of her shoulders and make her feel more relaxed. And it would probably let her think more objectively about Justin if she wasn’t lusting over sex. Because chances were if she kept lusting over sex she would find herself going to talk to him just for that. And she needed to stay strong and keep avoiding him. Why? Because the idea of letting herself get close to someone scared the shit out of her.
The arch of her arm was reflected a million times, bouncing off one mirrored wall to the other that was opposite it and doing the same for the other set, being that all four walls were mirrored in this place. Where was she? Laying flat on her back in the middle of the mirrored room that was reserved for dance practices in the community center. But there was no dance classes scheduled for today. No one was working right now. The world outside was dark, the place was closed, and yet here she was.
The movement also caused the many bangles that were made of plastic so they didn’t jingle race down her arm to nearly make their way to her elbow, they were big enough to make that movement easily. She sighed a little and then arched her back slightly just to move a little and also to make her back more comfortable. Wooden floors were not built for comfort after all. Then again, she doubted that anyone had thought that people would be laying down on the floor when this place had just been built.
She closed her eyes, blocking off her dark blue eyes from the rest of the world and sighed, just laying there. She had come here to be alone, but now that she was alone she really wished that she wasn’t. She had managed to ditch Marco some time ago, and had texted him to let him know that she was fine but didn’t want the company. He had agreed, letting her be once he knew that she was safe, but now she wished that he would magically appear just so she would have someone to talk to.
Nah, she would rather have one of her sexual partners to be honest. Despite everyone’s accusations about her relationship with Marco, he had never touched her in that manner and she had only done it to him to see if he would react. He hadn’t. So she needed a real sexual partner, preferably one of her usual flings. But all the same, she didn’t feel like calling any of them.
This was an odd feeling. She wanted something, but she didn’t. She wanted company but she wanted to be alone. She wanted to move but she wanted to sit still. She wanted to scream but she wanted to laugh. She equated this feeling to not having sex because she was an odd child, but she didn’t know what it was really coming from. It was frustrating her enough that she felt it building in her chest. So she screamed, loud and high and clear. And then she laughed, amused by how that felt getting it off her chest.
She sighed, a bit more relaxed, and crossed her legs at her ankles, feeling the movement along the worn wood being that her dress wasn’t long enough to reach that far. She felt a bit better…but that didn’t mean she was satisfied. Oh damn no, she was never satisfied.
Words: 1050
Muse: Excellent
Comments: She's so odd
