I'm going to try and write something.
This LJ was supposed to encourage me to get writing again. So here goes.
I reclined in the armchair, my feet hanging over one of its plush arms. Alcohol surged through me pleasantly and the cannabis in my brain was soothing and sweet. My gaze lowered from out of the window, surveying the rain, down to Tom, who was sitting on the floor, intently working in his sketchbook. I sighed to myself. Always drawing, Tom could never relax unless he was drawing. I looked back up out of the window, squinting at the hedges at the bottom of the garden and wondered idly what was down at the far end of the grassy expanse. It was then that Tom spoke, stirring me from my dreamy inebriation.
"What colour are your eyes?" He asked softly.
"What?" I replied, my voice rising slightly.
"Your eyes. What colour are they?" He said again, flatly this time.
"They're brown. What do you mean, 'what colour are my eyes'? You've known me for like a million years. They're brown. What other colour would they be?" I asked incredulously. With my dark hair and olive skin I would have thought it'd be obvious I had dark eyes to match my colouring.
"Umm... Yeah, I sort of knew that. I dunno, sometimes they look different." Tom said, sighing slightly, not looking up from his drawing.
"Different?"
"Yeah. Sometimes, when the light hits them, they look almost... gold, I s'pose." His voice was matter-of-fact and slightly impatient, giving me the impression I was distracting him.
"G-gold?"
"Yes." There was a definite sigh after this remark
I felt something in my stomach hitch. I suddenly felt jittery, the alcoholic fog in my mind ebbing away, revealing a kind of skittish nervousness. Gold?... When the light hits them? Had he really been... looking? The thought of Tom looking into my eyes like that felt uncomfortably intimate. I didn't understand.
When had he....?
"Rosie?"
I looked up, making a questioning noise.
"The CD's skipping. Change it, would you?"
"Mmm."
I shook my head a few times and then stood up unsteadily. I suddenly felt kind of angry for some reason.
Looking... into my eyes.
Well, I'd have to be on the look-out for that.
Feedback always appreciated.
I reclined in the armchair, my feet hanging over one of its plush arms. Alcohol surged through me pleasantly and the cannabis in my brain was soothing and sweet. My gaze lowered from out of the window, surveying the rain, down to Tom, who was sitting on the floor, intently working in his sketchbook. I sighed to myself. Always drawing, Tom could never relax unless he was drawing. I looked back up out of the window, squinting at the hedges at the bottom of the garden and wondered idly what was down at the far end of the grassy expanse. It was then that Tom spoke, stirring me from my dreamy inebriation.
"What colour are your eyes?" He asked softly.
"What?" I replied, my voice rising slightly.
"Your eyes. What colour are they?" He said again, flatly this time.
"They're brown. What do you mean, 'what colour are my eyes'? You've known me for like a million years. They're brown. What other colour would they be?" I asked incredulously. With my dark hair and olive skin I would have thought it'd be obvious I had dark eyes to match my colouring.
"Umm... Yeah, I sort of knew that. I dunno, sometimes they look different." Tom said, sighing slightly, not looking up from his drawing.
"Different?"
"Yeah. Sometimes, when the light hits them, they look almost... gold, I s'pose." His voice was matter-of-fact and slightly impatient, giving me the impression I was distracting him.
"G-gold?"
"Yes." There was a definite sigh after this remark
I felt something in my stomach hitch. I suddenly felt jittery, the alcoholic fog in my mind ebbing away, revealing a kind of skittish nervousness. Gold?... When the light hits them? Had he really been... looking? The thought of Tom looking into my eyes like that felt uncomfortably intimate. I didn't understand.
When had he....?
"Rosie?"
I looked up, making a questioning noise.
"The CD's skipping. Change it, would you?"
"Mmm."
I shook my head a few times and then stood up unsteadily. I suddenly felt kind of angry for some reason.
Looking... into my eyes.
Well, I'd have to be on the look-out for that.
Feedback always appreciated.