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It was both daunting and exciting starting a new collection. Pure expectation mingled with queasy gut fear. Anything could happen, a masterpiece or a complete fizzer. Fear and risk aside IGirl was in love with that moment, when the spark of an idea set off a fireworks of creativity in her brain. When nothing but ideas consumed her and there was no such thing as economic compromise or rationalisation.
She wanted skin. In patches, geometric shapes, peekaboo holes, a framed piece of silky sweetness beneath the ruffle of silk. Ideas had been flooding through all week. She had scribbled and coloured multiple pages and was in the process of cutting and testing sample fabrics. There was no fear now, this was her work at its best. It’s sexy fullest.
IGirl had to admit the band going on tour had its pros. She missed Rowan.. and worried about what he was doing.. but there was nothing like being alone to drive you creatively.
The problem now was her hunger. She had burned energy like an expensive sports car consumes fuel and it had been almost two weeks since she fed. She couldn’t ignore it now, her throat itched constantly. Worse, the dry spots that had started appearing on her skin a few days earlier were turning into hives. The longer she peered into the mirror the worse they seemed to get. It was time to feed. If she delayed much longer she’d be blistered and sore and unable to leave the house without a thick covering of make up.
Where was Rowan? He promised he’d be back today. There was still some light in the sky but it would be gone soon. Hard but not impossible to feed this early in the night. Once you’d given in to the hunger it was hard to wait, to try to resist it. It gnawed away at her, tested her nerves like a pack a day smoker desperately fighting the queue to get off an airplane.
She didn’t want to be a slave to it, there was simply no choice. Sometimes she wished it could be like fiction. That she was undead and following a standard set of rules repenned across the ages by a thousand different authors. No such luck. They were as alive as anyone else, what they had was more like a disease. A weirdly fucked up disease that came with some benefits but no cure.
If Rowan didn’t turn up soon she’d have to go out alone.
She wanted skin. In patches, geometric shapes, peekaboo holes, a framed piece of silky sweetness beneath the ruffle of silk. Ideas had been flooding through all week. She had scribbled and coloured multiple pages and was in the process of cutting and testing sample fabrics. There was no fear now, this was her work at its best. It’s sexy fullest.
IGirl had to admit the band going on tour had its pros. She missed Rowan.. and worried about what he was doing.. but there was nothing like being alone to drive you creatively.
The problem now was her hunger. She had burned energy like an expensive sports car consumes fuel and it had been almost two weeks since she fed. She couldn’t ignore it now, her throat itched constantly. Worse, the dry spots that had started appearing on her skin a few days earlier were turning into hives. The longer she peered into the mirror the worse they seemed to get. It was time to feed. If she delayed much longer she’d be blistered and sore and unable to leave the house without a thick covering of make up.
Where was Rowan? He promised he’d be back today. There was still some light in the sky but it would be gone soon. Hard but not impossible to feed this early in the night. Once you’d given in to the hunger it was hard to wait, to try to resist it. It gnawed away at her, tested her nerves like a pack a day smoker desperately fighting the queue to get off an airplane.
She didn’t want to be a slave to it, there was simply no choice. Sometimes she wished it could be like fiction. That she was undead and following a standard set of rules repenned across the ages by a thousand different authors. No such luck. They were as alive as anyone else, what they had was more like a disease. A weirdly fucked up disease that came with some benefits but no cure.
If Rowan didn’t turn up soon she’d have to go out alone.
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1 comment:
This is brilliant! Love it!
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