❨ dangerous waters / adrien & poppy. ❩
May 7, 2019 19:07:20 GMT -5
Post by sidney on May 7, 2019 19:07:20 GMT -5
It had been a rough few days, from that look on Whitney's face to the very frank conversation she'd had with Indigo, and now Malcom's new task of choosing three people to boot, Poppy was looking for relief. Specifically those high-powered jets she'd spotted a few weeks ago by the pool on one of her many tours of each and every nook and cranny of this new place. A place she had every intention of calling home one day. It had taken her far too long to find the hot tub in the first place, hidden a few levels beneath the mansion with the pool. Underground, to skirt the elements and swim year round, Malcom had told her when she'd asked, like that was better than being able to lay out in the sun. The estate was big enough for both, she'd wanted to argue back. I'll fix that when it's mine, she thought to herself instead.
But she'd been too busy, working with the people around her per his request, to find the time to get away and relax. She had a decision to make and though the names had came to her the instant Malcom had laid the rules out before them, the reality of them were giving her unfamiliar bouts of stress. Not like the adrenaline-fueled rigor Poppy's used to when she's working for what she wants no matter the cost, but more akin to dread this time, like the cost was perhaps too great.
Losing a friend.
It feels like a betrayal to herself to think such a thing, about someone else and how they would feel over her. If she lost, then that was it. There was nothing left, no other avenue she could walk where the prize at the end was money beyond compare and power beyond words. This was the opportunity she'd been waiting for her whole life. It was everything. And who were they? These people who'd made it their mission, for some unknown reason, to weasel their way into Poppy's life, making things much more difficult than they needed to be. They're distractions, she reminds herself. Almost daily at this point. Nothing more. Yet her eyes had welled up at the sight of Whitney after what she'd said. Poppy was positive it had broken her heart and the repercussions weren't as easy to stomach as she'd thought they'd be.
She had no idea guilt festers like an open wound.
She had no idea she even cared in the first place.
Speaking of distractions, she chuckles softly but it's muted by the roaring jets and rolling bubbles in the water where she sits now. Finally taking some time for herself, soaking in the candlelight. Under the sun would be better. Adrien enters through the changing room door and she has to laugh at the cosmos' idea of coincidence, or maybe it was fate. Poppy didn't believe in that sort of thing, though, that the universe had a plan for every one of us who lived in it, a certain path to travel along. He wasn't meant to be right here, right now. Adrien just had a knack for seeking Poppy out whenever she was alone and prone to making less than stellar decisions. Just a distraction, she repeats the mantra in her head as he approaches, with purpose right towards her. Nothing more, but her heart begins to race. Every damn time. What's wrong with you? Scolding herself doesn't help, though. Her cheeks go flush and she pats them with the back of her hand lightly, waving a bit to cool down her face and play off the incessant attraction she has to this stupid boy as a bit too much steam from the hot water instead.
"Isn't it past your bedtime?" Her eyes scan up his frame slowly but flick past his gaze to the clock hanging on the wall behind him. 1:30. "Definitely is," she tries to sound annoyed, tries to extend her claws and bear her teeth, but the truth is she's grateful for the company.
Grateful for the distraction.
"Well," she scoots over, further away from the stairs to make room, then looks up to him expectantly, "are you getting in or are you gonna just stand there and watch?"