Post by ivy alicia troisi on Apr 22, 2014 1:01:49 GMT -5
Ivy walked through her library, a light song in her heart. She had been known to enjoy the flesh as much as the next man. Though most would assume that a woman like herself, with her glasses, with her eccentric makeup and hair, with her curves in all of the right places, would never be able to have quality sex. When she was at school, she was busier with her nose in her book than sleeping around. Some of the girls in her house would make fun of them, they would tease her for being in the library studying instead of being on her knees like the other girls. She never thought that as an adult she would be in a few friends with benefits (or in Jude's case annoyances with benefits) with some of the hottest professors at the school. The little voice in the back of her head told her that they were only friends with benefits because they would never want to be seen with her in public. That she was too strange, not pretty enough, too curvy to have handsome men like that be interested in her full time.
It was the same voice that pipped up whenever she would hear someone whispering about her size in the clothing store, or when she would see someone do the once over with their eyes. A louder voice always reminded her that she was wonderful. That she had friends who loved her, and that more importantly she loved herself. How could she not? Ivy ran her hands down her sides, getting all of the wrinkles from her dress. She had been at her desk for hours trying to caterogorize all of the books just the way she wanted it. Being in charge of a library the size of Aridorn was a much larger task than she thought it would be, but rewarding all together. She loved it. There was something thrilling about exploring the new places, about having this library set up the way she wanted it from the beginning.
She would honestly miss it during the summer. She had to return to Christchurch to get some time away from it all, but she would miss Wellington. Ivy ran her fingers over the books, thinking about her home in Chicago. How she would walk though the city with her family during Christmas, how she would watch all of the lights mixed in with the snow, now she was in a place where she could sit in a bathing suit all Christmas day, but bundle up and watch snowflakes fall on the Fourth of July. It was strange, but lovely.
Ivy turned the corner, distracted by her thoughts of the upcoming snow fall. She barely registered that she was no longer alone in the library.