Post by Orca on Jan 5, 2011 18:50:06 GMT -5
[ooc: takes place after You Make My Dreams Come True and EB&SW + Oh, why that does indeed tickle my fancy!'s Magical Adventure]
The girl sitting so precariously on the edge of the roof, her jean-clad legs kicking out against the darkening sky like she could do something to stop it, was not your everyday girl, although considering this was magical Spain, that statement honestly could be made about nearly every female in the area.
But no, she was different in reasons even more peculiar than others: for one, although it was snowing, so cold out you could see your breath, she only wore a dark purple t-shirt (one that loudly proclaimed 'YEAH!' in bold caps). Her bare arms, one planted behind her to sustain her lounging ways, the other cradling a small vial to her somewhat busty chest, had gone a bit pale under the tan, but no goosebumps dimpled her smooth skin, not yet anyway.
There were at least another half dozen reasons why she was different, ranging from her more than pretty looks to the odd way her eye color shifted back and forth between an almost animalistic golden to a bright teal, as though she couldn't decide on something, something crucial, at least to her, but the biggest reason she was different than any other girl lay in one simple fact:
She was not a girl.
Physically, now, yes, emotionally, probably always, but mentally? Never. As much as she wanted to blame this entire thing on that kid who had so foolishly given her the potion without telling her what it was, she really could only blame herself. Like, who just up and drinks something given to them by a complete stranger?
Her, that's who. That was, in fact, how she became a her, because exactly twenty-four hours -- give or take a few minutes -- she'd been a somewhat happy he, discontent with love but not altogether displeased with the current situation. And now... what? If she went back, did that mean things would change between her and Sparky? In a good way, that was?
She highly, highly doubted it. It was because of the potion they'd grown... closer, or whatever you like to call it. Pre-boobs, there'd been nothing but a few kisses here and there, the majority of them against Sparky's consent (she counted the drunk one as one of those), and mostly just a lot of useless pining. So, if she stayed a girl, did... last night mean there was a chance for more? Not necessarily just physical stuff, but like... an actual relationship?
See, she wasn't even too sure about that, because hadn't he just up and left that morning?
Well, fuck. (Been there, done that.)
Away from the whole Sparky thing, she wanted to go back. She didn't feel right like this, no way. As a girl, she couldn't piss her name in the snow, or run around shirtless in the summer. Her way of life pretty much relied on those types of simple joys, so without them... Well, she felt empty. It would change everything, too, like in the pack (she didn't think it would change much with Romulus, besides the fact it might up the chance of them banging). She didn't want to be known as a 'goddamn tranny' for the rest of her life, no sirree.
Biting her lip, she held the little glass bottle aloft, seafoam eyes accosting it like it was the cause for everything. Well, technically...
Irritated, she kicked her legs a little harder, and this time one of the shoes -- oversized on her now-petite feet -- dropped off, presumably landing beyond her vision in the street below. With her luck, it'd probably get buried in the snow and she wouldn't be able to find it and would have to walk around with only one shoe like some kind of goddamn hobo.
Man! The lycan blew out a hot breath, watched it dissolve, much like her peace of mind. What a day.
[Spark first, plox]
The girl sitting so precariously on the edge of the roof, her jean-clad legs kicking out against the darkening sky like she could do something to stop it, was not your everyday girl, although considering this was magical Spain, that statement honestly could be made about nearly every female in the area.
But no, she was different in reasons even more peculiar than others: for one, although it was snowing, so cold out you could see your breath, she only wore a dark purple t-shirt (one that loudly proclaimed 'YEAH!' in bold caps). Her bare arms, one planted behind her to sustain her lounging ways, the other cradling a small vial to her somewhat busty chest, had gone a bit pale under the tan, but no goosebumps dimpled her smooth skin, not yet anyway.
There were at least another half dozen reasons why she was different, ranging from her more than pretty looks to the odd way her eye color shifted back and forth between an almost animalistic golden to a bright teal, as though she couldn't decide on something, something crucial, at least to her, but the biggest reason she was different than any other girl lay in one simple fact:
She was not a girl.
Physically, now, yes, emotionally, probably always, but mentally? Never. As much as she wanted to blame this entire thing on that kid who had so foolishly given her the potion without telling her what it was, she really could only blame herself. Like, who just up and drinks something given to them by a complete stranger?
Her, that's who. That was, in fact, how she became a her, because exactly twenty-four hours -- give or take a few minutes -- she'd been a somewhat happy he, discontent with love but not altogether displeased with the current situation. And now... what? If she went back, did that mean things would change between her and Sparky? In a good way, that was?
She highly, highly doubted it. It was because of the potion they'd grown... closer, or whatever you like to call it. Pre-boobs, there'd been nothing but a few kisses here and there, the majority of them against Sparky's consent (she counted the drunk one as one of those), and mostly just a lot of useless pining. So, if she stayed a girl, did... last night mean there was a chance for more? Not necessarily just physical stuff, but like... an actual relationship?
See, she wasn't even too sure about that, because hadn't he just up and left that morning?
Well, fuck. (Been there, done that.)
Away from the whole Sparky thing, she wanted to go back. She didn't feel right like this, no way. As a girl, she couldn't piss her name in the snow, or run around shirtless in the summer. Her way of life pretty much relied on those types of simple joys, so without them... Well, she felt empty. It would change everything, too, like in the pack (she didn't think it would change much with Romulus, besides the fact it might up the chance of them banging). She didn't want to be known as a 'goddamn tranny' for the rest of her life, no sirree.
Biting her lip, she held the little glass bottle aloft, seafoam eyes accosting it like it was the cause for everything. Well, technically...
Irritated, she kicked her legs a little harder, and this time one of the shoes -- oversized on her now-petite feet -- dropped off, presumably landing beyond her vision in the street below. With her luck, it'd probably get buried in the snow and she wouldn't be able to find it and would have to walk around with only one shoe like some kind of goddamn hobo.
Man! The lycan blew out a hot breath, watched it dissolve, much like her peace of mind. What a day.
[Spark first, plox]