pirouette

[Elodie Levesque]

Code: Select all

((Journal of Elodie and occasional one shots I end up writing. I think it goes without saying [even though I'm going to anyway], anything written here is for ooc only. Please don't be an ***, thanks.))

8/28/20

Dear Diary,

I knew this city was going to be odd as soon as we stepped foot. In truth, I am still deciding if I enjoy it here. Realistically, it is still better here than where we came from. The city isn't the only thing that's odd. After all, a new place will always be odd.

A piece of me is still fighting with my mind. 'It's not real' it screams. 'You're not real.' But I am. I run my tongue along the inside of my mouth. I've cut it a few times now on these new little instruments. Fangs. I should just call them as they are - fangs. I am dead but not dead. I live but not in the sun. I made that mistake already. I don't cry easily, if ever. But that night, I wept like some squalling baby. Of course in my stubborn wit, I didn't peep a word of my idiocy to anyone. Serves me right, after all. I suppose a little leeway should be given to myself. I was newly turned.

Honestly, I am still trying to find my way. I have new abilities, new senses, experiences. Papa has thrown himself into this new city and new world like he does with everything else. I'm proud of him and his ambition. No matter my caution, we'll survive and make it through. We always have and always will. Le changement est bon.


((translation: change is good.))

[Elodie Levesque]

9/2/20

Dear Diary,

Papa is looking much better. Healing quite nicely thanks to some benefactor. I'm going to buy him a parrot to go along with his pirate look. I told him he'd look dashing in an eyepatch. Clio would need to beat the ladies away with a baseball bat. Last night was full of laughter and playful back and forth. Well, mostly.
We're going to take little Aubrey lipstick shopping! I think peachy tones would look lovely on her, the little brat she is. She is the best brat in the world though, I adore her to the moon and back.

I hope twin likes that lipstick she swiped from me. What does it taste like, Lis? I thought it was common knowledge that every woman (well to be fair, nearly every woman) had a certain sucking lipstick. It has to be just the right shade so that if it does smear, it'll look gorgeous against your skin. I think Mr. Greenberg would appreciate that sentiment! I do tease her far too much about him. But, it does make a girl wonder.

In other and way differing news, I've started my search for a dancing studio. I'm quite out of practice and miss it so much. With the move and the casino, I've been running myself ragged and not nearly enough fun and ME time. What is that one song? I just want to dance again? It's simply something I was built for, made for. It's unhealthy to deny such a calling. I should ask around I suppose.