Post by wynter tamara cobhthaigh on Dec 27, 2013 7:35:43 GMT -5
Having a threeway costume was much less fun without the potential for a threeway. It was an unfortunate fact that she didn’t realize until after she slinked her curvy form into the tight fitting Harley Quinn costume. She leaned against the wall of the Salem dining hall and watched her best friends against each other, dancing and laughing as Poison Ivy and The Joker. While Maddie made one sensational redhead, she knew better than to try to go anywhere near her while Damian had his hands on her. Their arrangement had fallen apart almost as quickly as they got into it. Damian’s jealousy got the best of him, and caused for too many fights between the three friends during their summer in Paris.
Paris. She smiled while thinking about the beautiful city that she was barely willing to leave. She fell in love while she was there and almost refused to leave. It was difficult for her not to just snap her wand in half and curl up into her Alannah’s arms forever. When she realized that the vampire loved her, and loved her enough to be as horrified by the thought of leaving Wynter’s side, she knew she would be able to leave. There wasn’t a day that she didn’t miss Alannah’s beautiful smile or soothing hands, but she knew this was the best for both of them.
When she finished her education, became of age, she would be able to travel the world with her beautiful lover for the rest of her life. While she was still sick thinking about growing old while Alannah stayed beautiful, she tried to think of every man and woman who she would share a retirement home with who would die of jealousy when Alannah would come to visit and drive Wynter wild with her love and attentions.
Wyn sipped her pumpkin juice, wishing she had something to spike it with and looked around at the beautiful girls all running around the in skimpiest outfits they could find to pass off as costumes. One year prior, she would have been running around, using the sexualized holiday to organize orgies with beautiful women who would have blamed the night of lesbianism on too much spiked punch, or a full moon. She just couldn’t now. She missed Alannah and drained her drink and slipped away from the Dining Hall to explore the moon drenched courtyard.
She passed by a few couples in the grass, smirking at the various costume parts that she had to step over to find a quiet part of the school. She missed Alannah more than anything and wished that she was there. Wynter wasn’t sure when the next time she would see her vampire, but she hoped it would be soon.