006 -- IM

[ospreyed]

[Backdated to May 6th.]

[When the IM appears, it's Eponine. She looks... Well, rather neutral. Slowly, she turns around and pulls her shirt up and over her head, revealing her bare back. If you look closely, there are scars, but what's most apparent are now the five roses cascading down and across her back, from her left shoulder, down to just above her right hip. Each rose is in a different state of decay, slowly wilting as they get further down her back. The roses are done in black and white, with gray shading and just a hint of red in amongst the gray.

After letting camp admire her tattoo for a few moments, she turns back around, her shirt covering her chest still.]

Five months.

[And that's it.]

Comments

[ospreyed]

And what about if we make it to July?

[wordtechgodhood]

... Gonna have to think about that.

[ospreyed]

Well, start thinking. I want candle-lit romantic dinners and flowers and shit.

[wordtechgodhood]

Why do I need to think when you're just tellin' me what you want?

[ospreyed]

Because you know me, Strider. I could very-well be lying to you and want nothing more than beer and pizza.

[Okay, fuck. Now that she says it, she really wants beer and pizza.]

[wordtechgodhood]

Ah-huh, so it's gonna be a guessing game. Fuckin' cruel, Ep.

[ospreyed]

And that's why I'm your girlfriend.

Trust me, anything you do is going to be more than perfect.

[wordtechgodhood]

... What's the catch. There has to be a catch, here.

[ospreyed]

Truth be told, I haven't thought that far in advanced.

I don't know. If we're making it a big deal that I've gone what will have been 6 months with involuntary sobriety? I really don't know.

I really just want to be with you, though.

[wordtechgodhood]

... Heh.

[Well, when she puts it like that...]

Then.. I guess you ain't gonna be disappointed.

[ospreyed]

You'll do something great. Or else I'm calling it quits.

[She's joking. Mostly.]

[wordtechgodhood]

Oh, shit, now the pressure's really on.

[He figures she is. Mostly.]

[ospreyed]

I think I've given you enough of a heads up that you should manage to be able to avoid the end of the world.

[wordtechgodhood]

Great, good, we wouldn't want that happening on account of my fucking up our six-month-iversary.

[ospreyed]

Nope. Not at all.

You're a good boyfriend.

[wordtechgodhood]

[A grin.]

You feeling generous with the compliments today?

[ospreyed]

Apparently.

Don't make me regret it, you.