Post by Hadley Roarke on Feb 14, 2014 21:40:40 GMT -6
The couch was comfortable. So. So. Comfortable. Hadley yawned and closed her eyes. Sometimes she wished they wouldn't make classes so short; she had another two hours before her next training class. A little nap wouldn't hurt, though. Her slender body stretched and she laid her arm above her head.
Her bright red, a-line dress crumpled around the bottom where she put one ankle over the other. It didn't matter how she sat, because her pale legs were covered in black tights. At least, it didn't matter to her. People looked at her a lot. They just never had the guts to talk to her. The black pumps that so often graced her feet were haphazardly tossed at the end of the couch when she first sat down. Life was great, wasn't it? She was able to hone her skills, with naps in between. A nice job downtown landed her all the clothes she wanted, and she got to write her favorite (and only) little brother as often as she wanted. Yes, she had to work here. It was going to become her reality, if it was the last thing she ever did.
Had sighed in content. This was a great day. She felt her body relax and she started to drift off. The best thing about dreams was how real they felt. Her dreams always consisted of becoming a fire queen. Cocky? Yes. Amazing? You betcha. One day she hoped to summon her fire without all the anger and adrenaline involved. Of course, a woman of her skill, that would be no problem. She said that five years ago, as soon as she stepped on campus, actually.
Ah, well. No use in worrying about that now. She was a goddess of flame. Her blonde hair flowing in the wind, and a long low cut, red dress engulfed in flame. Yeah, definitely cocky. And she loved it. She smiled and snuggled deeper into the couch. Classes could be canceled all day if they wanted. This couch was now hers.