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smash_logs2008-06-30 07:55 pm
loudflowerpower.livejournal.com) wrote in smash_logs2008-06-30 07:55 pm
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Characters: Daisy, Luigi
What: Teatime what leads to much emo
Where: Luigi's dorm-room
When: Monday, June 30th, afternoon
Rating: G, PG? Not too sure.
It was long after the required one-hundredth stroke of the brush, and Daisy was still making sure not a hair was out of place. She had to rely on her now-expert hand to make sure she looked perfect; she knew from experience - at least, through her father - that men did not exactly enjoy the heavy, alcoholic scent of hairspray.
As much of a tomboy Daisy was, she knew it took time and effort for a girl to look her best, and she wasn't above spending an hour or two each day preening at herself, even if she was going out to play tennis or soccer. But she didn't have an hour - she had only five minutes to go before she went to have tea with Luigi.
It was so strange... out of all the men and boys Daisy had met, only Luigi made her feel... different, for lack of a better description. Daisy had grown to be, since the Tatanga incident, a strong, resilient girl, one with more self-reliance than even she knew she had (or her father, for that matter, but that was another story entirely). Yet ever since the first time Mario introduced her to his younger, taller, leaner brother... Daisy felt completely helpless inside whenever she saw him.
It was not the same kind of helplessness she felt when Tatanga captured her to take her for his bride, but rather, a pleasant kind of helplessness. Daisy couldn't describe it any further than that... Luigi just made her feel... safe. Like it was okay for her to stop proving to everyone that she wasn't the same, weak little girl who was kidnapped only years before.
And when it was time for them to part, it was almost physically painful. Why couldn't he stay, why couldn't she just be who really was for a seconds longer?
Then again, even around him she wasn't quite herself-- she had to keep warning herself not to be too loud or generally extroverted around the younger Mario Brother. Despite being just as heroic as his brother - possibly being just as brave, if not more so, in Daisy's eyes - Luigi had a gentler side that needed paying attention to.
Perhaps this was a major reason why Daisy harbored such feelings for Luigi-- he wasn't afraid to be gentle, to be who he really was. That in itself took a lot of bravery, and Daisy admired it all.
Finally, she put down the hairbrush. Had she gone any further, she would have probably rendered herself bald, she told herself with a chuckle. Now for the finishing touches - just a smear of shiny, strawberry-flavored lipgloss on her bottom lip, a little blush, a quick spritz or two of a very light perfume, and she was happily rushing out the door with her tote bag, ready to meet her destiny like all her other experiences: head-on.
((OOC: Whew! I promise not to be so prosey from here on in!))
((EDIT: Dang, messed up the date. Sorry 'bout that!))
What: Teatime what leads to much emo
Where: Luigi's dorm-room
When: Monday, June 30th, afternoon
Rating: G, PG? Not too sure.
It was long after the required one-hundredth stroke of the brush, and Daisy was still making sure not a hair was out of place. She had to rely on her now-expert hand to make sure she looked perfect; she knew from experience - at least, through her father - that men did not exactly enjoy the heavy, alcoholic scent of hairspray.
As much of a tomboy Daisy was, she knew it took time and effort for a girl to look her best, and she wasn't above spending an hour or two each day preening at herself, even if she was going out to play tennis or soccer. But she didn't have an hour - she had only five minutes to go before she went to have tea with Luigi.
It was so strange... out of all the men and boys Daisy had met, only Luigi made her feel... different, for lack of a better description. Daisy had grown to be, since the Tatanga incident, a strong, resilient girl, one with more self-reliance than even she knew she had (or her father, for that matter, but that was another story entirely). Yet ever since the first time Mario introduced her to his younger, taller, leaner brother... Daisy felt completely helpless inside whenever she saw him.
It was not the same kind of helplessness she felt when Tatanga captured her to take her for his bride, but rather, a pleasant kind of helplessness. Daisy couldn't describe it any further than that... Luigi just made her feel... safe. Like it was okay for her to stop proving to everyone that she wasn't the same, weak little girl who was kidnapped only years before.
And when it was time for them to part, it was almost physically painful. Why couldn't he stay, why couldn't she just be who really was for a seconds longer?
Then again, even around him she wasn't quite herself-- she had to keep warning herself not to be too loud or generally extroverted around the younger Mario Brother. Despite being just as heroic as his brother - possibly being just as brave, if not more so, in Daisy's eyes - Luigi had a gentler side that needed paying attention to.
Perhaps this was a major reason why Daisy harbored such feelings for Luigi-- he wasn't afraid to be gentle, to be who he really was. That in itself took a lot of bravery, and Daisy admired it all.
Finally, she put down the hairbrush. Had she gone any further, she would have probably rendered herself bald, she told herself with a chuckle. Now for the finishing touches - just a smear of shiny, strawberry-flavored lipgloss on her bottom lip, a little blush, a quick spritz or two of a very light perfume, and she was happily rushing out the door with her tote bag, ready to meet her destiny like all her other experiences: head-on.
((OOC: Whew! I promise not to be so prosey from here on in!))
((EDIT: Dang, messed up the date. Sorry 'bout that!))