The Girl Can't Help It
Written for the prompt "Anise/Guy, resolution".
Title: The Girl Can't Help It
Series: Tales of the Abyss
Length: 387 words
Genre: Humor
Character: Anise
Summary: She was determined to make him see her as a lady.
All her life, she’d only wanted two things. Just two. She didn’t think that was so much to ask.
By her eighteenth birthday, someone somewhere had heard her-or taken pity on her, she didn’t really care which at this point-and granted her the second thing. Okay, so the second thing was actually two things, but they came as a set, and it would look weird if she didn’t get both. That wasn’t selfish; it was necessary.
She stood before the mirror, admiring her reflection and the way she finally, finally was able to properly fill out her evening gown.
Tonight she’d have to go after the first thing herself, but the second things would help.
But looking like the adult woman she’d become was only part of the plan. To get his attention, to show him that she was mature now, a proper lady, no longer that frivolous girl, she needed to modify her behavior. Not change, mind you, as a woman should never change herself for a man. But… modify.
She practiced her posture and studied the way she held her shoulders in the mirror. She vowed to embody poise and elegance like Natalia. She would be modest and reserved like Tear. She’d emanate Noelle’s quiet intelligence and Jozette’s stoic dignity. These were women he admired, and she’d prove that she was worthy of his admiration, too.
All went according to plan as she walked, glided, into the ballroom, serene as a swan, graceful as a ballerina. His blue eyes landed on her, confused at first, then registering recognition. Then, strangely, confused again, but surely that was because he wasn’t used to seeing her like this, seeing her in a new way, opening his mind and heart to the possibility of it all.
The one problem with her plan, however, was her own instincts. Poise, modesty, and dignity all went out the window as she came closer to him. She squealed with excitement and picked up her skirts so she could run to him in her grown-up dancing slippers, leaping into his arms and wrapping hers around his neck like a tulle-clad python.
Oh, well. There was always next time.
Title: The Girl Can't Help It
Series: Tales of the Abyss
Length: 387 words
Genre: Humor
Character: Anise
Summary: She was determined to make him see her as a lady.
All her life, she’d only wanted two things. Just two. She didn’t think that was so much to ask.
By her eighteenth birthday, someone somewhere had heard her-or taken pity on her, she didn’t really care which at this point-and granted her the second thing. Okay, so the second thing was actually two things, but they came as a set, and it would look weird if she didn’t get both. That wasn’t selfish; it was necessary.
She stood before the mirror, admiring her reflection and the way she finally, finally was able to properly fill out her evening gown.
Tonight she’d have to go after the first thing herself, but the second things would help.
But looking like the adult woman she’d become was only part of the plan. To get his attention, to show him that she was mature now, a proper lady, no longer that frivolous girl, she needed to modify her behavior. Not change, mind you, as a woman should never change herself for a man. But… modify.
She practiced her posture and studied the way she held her shoulders in the mirror. She vowed to embody poise and elegance like Natalia. She would be modest and reserved like Tear. She’d emanate Noelle’s quiet intelligence and Jozette’s stoic dignity. These were women he admired, and she’d prove that she was worthy of his admiration, too.
All went according to plan as she walked, glided, into the ballroom, serene as a swan, graceful as a ballerina. His blue eyes landed on her, confused at first, then registering recognition. Then, strangely, confused again, but surely that was because he wasn’t used to seeing her like this, seeing her in a new way, opening his mind and heart to the possibility of it all.
The one problem with her plan, however, was her own instincts. Poise, modesty, and dignity all went out the window as she came closer to him. She squealed with excitement and picked up her skirts so she could run to him in her grown-up dancing slippers, leaping into his arms and wrapping hers around his neck like a tulle-clad python.
Oh, well. There was always next time.