SeraphNocturne
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The rhythmic thump of the bass thudded in her ear drums, the soft cups of her headphones nestled over dainty ears of which were speckled in cute ear-ring accents. Slowly, her delicate fingers guided the flat marble stone to her lips, stained a faded wine-red... she hadn't reapplied her lipstick since yesterday. With a smile curling at her plump lips she inhaled deeply, the opposite end of the marble stone glowing as the embers of the herb burned slowly. She set it aside, and with her right hand, drew the brush in meaningful and concentrated strokes. The painting had come to life over the last few days. She had dedicated perhaps seven hours so far to it. A sprawling tree, riddled in peach blossoms set on the edge of a cliff. It dazzled with a golden aura of a setting sun. It looked as if it had been plucked from a photo shoot of a National Geographic magazine featuring some marvelous land in Asia, not so much as if it had been dreamed up repeatedly by the amateur artist. You'd have never known Audrey had taught herself everything she needed to know about art.
She hadn't paid any mind to the clock. She had been up since four-thirty this morning, meandering about the house with little interest in preparing for the school day. It was Friday. She probably wouldn't bother going. Once you got past the exams, there wasn't much a point really with worrying about one's grades. Of course, her mother and father might suggest otherwise. They were always hard on Audrey. At times, she'd joke with her brother that it was perhaps because she was 'two minutes older and therefore, should be the more responsible one'. Deep down she simply assumed it was because of how her grandparents had raised them. They expected good grades, level heads, and of course for their two children to have their entire lives sorted out by the time they hit eighteen and graduated from high school--the next step was college, then career, then the happy family with little monsters running around and a white picket fence. Audrey rolled her eyes, hardly noticing her concentration start to slip as she became enveloped in the negative whirlwind of thoughts involving her future, and her parents obvious disappointment in her.
She could hear the front door close, glancing through the haze in her room of both Nag Champa incense and whatever it was that was tightly rolled and nestled in the wide end of the smoking stone she had set beside her acrylic pallet.
Her father used to pop his head in on her and tell her goodbye every morning, but of course as time had passed, and Audrey became more the recluse. They weren't as close as they had been when she was a cheery little girl with all the hope in the world. Her eyes darted to her laptop, checking the time; it was now five thirty. Sure enough her twin would be up and hogging the shower before their mother headed out to start her own busy day. Begrudgingly she set aside her paintbrush, unwilling to wait--she'd gotten a bit messy and no doubt while her pajamas were quite comfortable it wasn't necessarily smiled upon to wear them every day all day. Playing hooky or not, Audrey preferred to be clean and comfortable. She stood with a slow stretch, her dark hair secured in a messy bun atop her head. She began wrestling with the elastic band holding it up she started her slow descent down from her room to what had been her old room and was now the office. She'd changed shortly after her sixteenth birthday, because it simply wasn't enough space from her ever obnoxious family. She could lock the attic, she had all the space she could possibly need for the multitude of half-finished art and... other... lucrative business outlets.
Audrey didn't often try and make life difficult for her brother. When it came to it, he was in many ways her best friend. They had their moments, but she told him almost everything. He knew about the first time she'd kissed a girl, and the multiple times she had broken out after curfew to go see some rock band play. He knew about that time she stole the car overnight to drive to the beach and see the sun rise... he even knew about her tattoos. The handful she had were all intricate work, done by top of the line artists, and were just as beautiful as they were costly. She hadn't told him of course how she had come into having the money for her new tattoo addiction, but she figured it would only be a matter of time.
She slipped into the bathroom, the bright lights causing her to blink a few times hard and shake her head as her lucid amber-brown eyes adjusted to the light. Her room was dimly lit, only illuminated by the eerie glow of black lights. She tugged the loose fitting white top, scrawled in dark letters resembling graffiti over head slowly, admiring the permanent ink etched over her skin with a smile. As she shimmied the short white bottoms and panties from her hips and down her thick thighs as she cast her eyes toward the door. She was only half paying attention as her fingers hunted for the make-up remover to erase at least a little of the smoky smudges encircling her mellow gaze. Ohhhh... if there's a hell, I'm going for sure. Her thoughts sang this to her cheerily. She liked to tell herself she didn't want to wait for her twin to get out of the shower, but in actuality she had been slipping in right before him with a most devious intention. The shower wasn't running yet and the door was cracked... no doubt, anyone might just walk right on in without any idea that someone was in there. What might her brother think if he darted in like most people did in the morning, drowsy and half attentive and come across her stark naked and leaning over the counter into the mirror? She wasn't a playboy model bombshell by any means. She felt at times she was perhaps too plump, and a little too petite for most men's tastes, and that her chest while supple and most certainly eye catching wasn't perky enough. Most men had a hard time focusing on her eyes if her blouse dipped a little too lowly, or she didn't feel like wearing a bra that day. Not that she was trying to impress anyone.
It had come to her attention that most human beings were vile, selfish, loathsome creatures that were best to be avoided... especially men.
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