Talking to The Moon {East}

S P E A K I N G // T H I N K I N G

She ran her hand down the neck of Lazuli, the dark skinned girl sitting in front of the vanity mirror. Drawing her long, carefully painted nail down to trace her shoulder blade, Persephone leaned in to nibble on her ear. as the other girl let out a soft moan. Neither were wearing much in the case of clothes, and the same could be said for Garnet and Carnelian, who were lounging side by side upon the bed, books opened before them. It was nights like these that she lived for, counting her three jewels up in her tower rooms. Not being able to touch the flesh of a male had worked itself out pretty easily when Jo had figured out that she didn't particularly care about gender. Warm skin was warm skin, and touching just to feel warmth was what she lived for.

It was lonely, int his big old empty hospital, and Jo felt lonlier still when ever she saw the ghost of Prometheus, their fearless leader wandering through the halls. He had this constant look of worry on him one she would give anything to smooth out with her own two hands. She traded places with Lazuli, and bade her to run a brush through her long, fine hair. The repetitive motion of the brush running through again and again was always enough to pull her into something close to a trance. A small smile played itself upon her lips as she sat in front of the vanity's mirror. Enjoying the attention more than anything else. It didn't take much to make Jo happy, luckily for her attendants, and they were almost professional at it, having been with her for at least three years now.

Sometimes it just wasn't enough though, and on their late night romps, she would imagine that it was him holding her, instead of one of her girls. She wanted it to be him so badly, lust and longing almost wrapping themselves around him whenever they held a conversation. With a sigh of annoyance, she shook her head, studying her appearance in the mirror, just wondering why she wasn't good enough for Prometheus. Her eyes were kind of squinty around the edges, and her hair, although nicely brushed now, was often disheveled. She looked downwards, he small breasts still perky, but they could have been bigger she supposed. it all didn't matter really, no matter how much she looked at her body. The simple fact of the matter was that Persephone could never let herself fall in love with Prometheus.

Too bad for her that she already had, long ago. Alas, she had to remain a virgin forever. Frustration overtook her, and with an almost audible mood change, she stood up, roughly pushing Lazuli's hand away, storming over to the bathroom, she shut herself in and pulled on a bathrobe, her short frame looking so unmenacing in the mirror that it almost killed her. With a sigh, she swept her hair back from her face, and reached into the shower, grabbing the razor. She meant to clean up her legs, to pull off some of that extra hair. The blade running down her legs often soothed her in a weird way. She quickly ran it down her left calf, and then up her leg to her sigh, a slight hiss escaping from between her lips when they dryness of her skin resulted in her leg getting cut open in a small cut.

The razor did it's job, and Jo dropped it, the metal of the handle giving off a resonant clang as it landed. Pursing her lips in mild annoyance, she grabbed a wad of toilet paper and pressed it to the cut to staunch the bleeding. Normally she would just let the liquid flow down, covering her n a red disguise, but tonight there would be a meeting with Prometheus, and he tended to hate seeing blood on her,a s if she was something he carefully protected. She was okay with that, if only he would let her touch him in the way she wanted to as well. Leaving the razor on the ground, she came out of the bathroom if not a little awkwardly because she still held the tissue to her leg. "Holy Mother of the Moon," she cursed as the wound bled with the movement, and she was pleased to have her ladies flock to her side as soon as they saw the poorly made bandage.

Helping her back to the vanity chair, Garnet fled to retrieve a bandage, while Lazuli fretted and Carnelian cleaned the wound. It was nice to have people to fret over you, and although some would see it as babying, Jo did not have the experience to say that it was. Sure, she had her brother to take care of her, but there was no feeling like the one of knowing that you are the center of attention. She hastily took the bandage and put it on herself when Garnet came back however, lest she see her less then pristine upper inner legs. The time of when Prometheus would come to see her was getting nearer and nearer, and Persephone found herself getting more and more agitated as it grew nearer. She stood up and began to pace, her eyes on the old clock on the far wall.

As she walked, Lazuli sorted through her closet, holding up garment after garment, and Persephone would shake her head, each time, until she finally lifted up a plain, pearl coloured slip, that fell to just above the knees. Prom always talked of how she was an innocent little lamb, and this looked like an outfit fit for one. Removing the robes, she pulled the slip on. It hugged her body and curves in all the right places, but just did not cover the bandage fully. Jo shrugged, and pulled her hair back to rest on her shoulders. She didn't bother with any ornamental make-up, knowing that her fearless leader preferred the natural look above all. It was one of the things she liked about him, she did not have to pretend to be someone she was not for him. All she had to do was be Jo, and he would be her Prom.

As she stood in front of the vanity mirror, a knock came upon the door, after a moment she realized that her girls were still far too undressed for Prometheus' eyes, she shooed them to put on their clothes. Once they were appropriately clothed, they went to the door, and Persephone arranged herself on her settee, trying to appear relaxed.