23 Griffin Way, Hayley's Room, Late Sunday Night [NFB]
Hayley had locked the door to her room tightly, drawn the curtains closed and made sure she hadn't seen a single squirrel outside. She walked over to her CD player, placed Elvis' greatest hits inside, and pressed play.
His voice had always done things to her, and that was something that had never changed. She sat down in a chair in front of her mirror, looking at the face that stared back at her. It wasn't her face, it was Jono's, she just happened to be wearing it. She'd told him about the smile, how it had been reassuring. It reminded her of someone, and now he knew who.
Bianca.
But the colors were all wrong, looking at it in the mirror. A nice face, but it wasn't hers. It wasn't the woman she'd fallen in love with, the cold Gotham night a few years ago. She'd thought of that, today. After the time at the library, going around the island with a body that wasn't her own, a body with something lurking inside that scared her and excited her all at once. She'd decided that if the body was hers for now, she deserved to do with it as she liked. Not to hurt it, no. She wasn't drinking or smoking. But after she'd stripped to the waist, staring at her reflection the whole time, she reached for what she'd picked up from a local store. With a make-up sponge in one hand, she started blotting streaks of white, clown white across her face. Her heart thudded as she did so, seeing the hints of her lost friend coming out from Jono's features. As if she wasn't adding the make-up, but taking away the mask that was hiding what was beneath it the whole time. She began to hurry, the blotches and paths of the make-up gettign messy and streaky. While it was nowhere near covering her whole face, she threw the sponge away and reached for her brightest lipstick.
Her hands shook as she applied it, like a child trying to look pretty. A giant red blotchy smile against a blue-gray spotted white canvas of face. Her breath caught when she looked in the mirror, tears already running down her face as Elvis seemed to croon louder and louder.
"You still love me, don't you Bianca?" she said, staring at her reflection. "You still love me, forever." She began to sob, and she twisted in the chair, emotions running deep. Her body felt hot, and was shaking. She couldn't help herself. Her hand went inside of the front of pants, and she gasped. She stared long and hard into her own tear-streaked reflection, each stroke sending her closer and closer. She pressed her other hand against her chest, leaving white streaks where her finger tips had been, until she finally shuddered and let out a gasp and a moan, and was silent.
She was still hot, and now sticky and spent. But then she was just sobbing, uncontrollably, feeling empty and alone.
"Why'd you leave me?" she cried, getting up on shaky legs and collapsing onto her bed. "Why'd you have to leave me?"
[OOC WARNING: Seriously - Consent Issues, Dark Themes, Adult Themes, Language, Messy Hero Worship, Hayley's Giant Bag of Issues all behind that cut. Events cleared with Jono's player. NFB, NFI.]
His voice had always done things to her, and that was something that had never changed. She sat down in a chair in front of her mirror, looking at the face that stared back at her. It wasn't her face, it was Jono's, she just happened to be wearing it. She'd told him about the smile, how it had been reassuring. It reminded her of someone, and now he knew who.
Bianca.
But the colors were all wrong, looking at it in the mirror. A nice face, but it wasn't hers. It wasn't the woman she'd fallen in love with, the cold Gotham night a few years ago. She'd thought of that, today. After the time at the library, going around the island with a body that wasn't her own, a body with something lurking inside that scared her and excited her all at once. She'd decided that if the body was hers for now, she deserved to do with it as she liked. Not to hurt it, no. She wasn't drinking or smoking. But after she'd stripped to the waist, staring at her reflection the whole time, she reached for what she'd picked up from a local store. With a make-up sponge in one hand, she started blotting streaks of white, clown white across her face. Her heart thudded as she did so, seeing the hints of her lost friend coming out from Jono's features. As if she wasn't adding the make-up, but taking away the mask that was hiding what was beneath it the whole time. She began to hurry, the blotches and paths of the make-up gettign messy and streaky. While it was nowhere near covering her whole face, she threw the sponge away and reached for her brightest lipstick.
Her hands shook as she applied it, like a child trying to look pretty. A giant red blotchy smile against a blue-gray spotted white canvas of face. Her breath caught when she looked in the mirror, tears already running down her face as Elvis seemed to croon louder and louder.
"You still love me, don't you Bianca?" she said, staring at her reflection. "You still love me, forever." She began to sob, and she twisted in the chair, emotions running deep. Her body felt hot, and was shaking. She couldn't help herself. Her hand went inside of the front of pants, and she gasped. She stared long and hard into her own tear-streaked reflection, each stroke sending her closer and closer. She pressed her other hand against her chest, leaving white streaks where her finger tips had been, until she finally shuddered and let out a gasp and a moan, and was silent.
She was still hot, and now sticky and spent. But then she was just sobbing, uncontrollably, feeling empty and alone.
"Why'd you leave me?" she cried, getting up on shaky legs and collapsing onto her bed. "Why'd you have to leave me?"
[OOC WARNING: Seriously - Consent Issues, Dark Themes, Adult Themes, Language, Messy Hero Worship, Hayley's Giant Bag of Issues all behind that cut. Events cleared with Jono's player. NFB, NFI.]