☼ 006.

[ecphrasis]

[someone has been sulking for three days, or at least since she found out that her boyfriend is not as cool a guy as she thought. while she isn't hitting the wine bottle right now, she is clearly just coming out of her drunken moping. she doesn't look totally awful, but her hair is a little too ruffled. at least her clothes aren't inside-out or anything. there are dark circles beneath her eyes. she's holding the comm loosely, the picture askew.]

I guess it's too much to ask that people be honest.

[she drops the comm to the floor and gets up, heading towards the kitchen for a glass of water. she can't be miserable forever. molly runs a hand through her tangled hair on the way, muttering to herself.]

Sherlock was right... again.

[the feed cuts as lacey comes to paw at the comm.]

Comments

[ecphrasis]

Honestly.

[motherfucked]

They should come with signs. Warning: asshole, do not date. Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars.

[ecphrasis]

So many women would save so much time.

[motherfucked]

The men will never go for it.

[ecphrasis]

A shame.

[motherfucked]

You'd think, with all the crap we wear for them, right?

[ecphrasis]

No kidding. I guess I don't need my little black dress anymore.

[motherfucked]

Well. Do you like how you look in it?

[ecphrasis]

Actually, yeah, I do.

[motherfucked]

So wear it and everyone else can fuck off.

[ecphrasis]

I like the sound of that.

[motherfucked]

That's the one bit of advice I'm good for.

[ecphrasis]

I really appreciate it.