Wrimo Warm-up #4

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First Line #1: I was dressed in a completely inappropriate shade of pink. [2-3 min]
Non Sequitur #1: “You could make a living doing that kind of thing.” I suppose I could, but I had never thought about it, until then. [3 min]
Last Straw #3: the time Leslie called me a leech [7 min]

Rating: G/PG
Genre: Fantasy/Light!Femslash

              

                I was dressed in a completely inappropriate shade of pink.  Meaning many different shades of pink.  The top she’d picked out for me was a light, creamy rose with thin magenta swirls.  The skirt was flowy and pink and reminded me of the sort of thing fairies are supposed to wear.  They don’t of course.  As a matter of fact fairies don’t wear anything.  But I’m not supposed to know that.

 

                “You could make a living doing that kind of thing.” I suppose I could, but I had never thought about it, until then.  She spoke from behind me, our faces reflected one next to the other in the full-length mirror.  I’d forgotten she could read my mind, which was a bit of a hazard really. 

 

                “The fey world is meant to be left alone – interfere with ours, but not be interfered with.  It would be sacrilege to extort it.” I reminded her.  Her light blue eyes twinkled. 

 

                “Of course.  Forget I ever mentioned it.”  She twirled and shot me a wink.  “And I’ll know if you don’t.”

 

                She mentioned her powers and I couldn’t help but think back to the time she, Leslie, called me a leech.  Our first meeting was rocky, at best.  I the vampire and she the mind-reader.  We clashed.  Lashed out and locked heads and in the end managed to reach a mutual agreement of protection.  Through utilization of our common plight, we could each benefit the other.  It was a long time ago.

 

                I harrumphed and tugged at my top, shaking my head to let my thin brown hair wisp out across my shoulders.  Vampires weren’t meant to wear pink.  Leslie heard and spun out from behind the counter of her shop, managing that fluid grace and warm cheer that always served to befit her.  She grinned, kissed my cheek and hugged me around the middle.

 

                “You’re going to be fine.  The board will love you.  Just try to keep your fangs where they belong, hmm?”

 

                “Hmm.”  I hugged her arms around my waist and forced a smile for her.

 

                It was all for her.

 

                She knew it.