You could do better
Tue Sep 5, 2017 16:24

Claudia was pleased that Marley liked the way she had sorted the colours, although she wasn’t sure quite what to make of the following comment. Did Claudia really have a good eye for color? She wasn’t sure; her outfits were purchased with the assistance of her mother (she had looked at some on Pearl Street but had yet to buy any new garments of her own), so while they were often beautifully co-ordinated, she couldn’t claim to have arranged them entirely alone, and she didn’t do any sort of artwork (beyond doodling patterns with her quill when a student in class was asking a particularly uninspired question that had already been answered in roundabout ways during recent class lectures) to make such a comparison. Of course Marley’s interpretation of someone having a good eye for colour might not fit with most other people’s anyway, as her taste in co-ordination was eclectic at best and migraine-inducing at worst. Besides, if the judgment was based entirely on Claudia’s arrangement of a few particularly unco-ordinated shades of polish then the statement was both ridiculous and redundant. At least Marley seemed happy.

As she began painting, Claudia halted momentarily to nod her affirmation that she had, indeed, said a ball. She continued the manicure with an amused smile as her friend gushed about balls as though they were something out of a fairy tale. “It’s not that exciting,” she revealed, unable to hold back a light laugh. “I don’t go to that many because they’re mostly for adults,” she said, because even though that was general knowledge for Claudia, she had long ago begun to appreciate that what was obvious to one person was mysterious to another, and never more so than for herself and Marley. Continuing, Claudia explained, “but there’s a this one on Christmas Eve that we go to every year where all the children are welcome too, so it’s quite relaxed. There’s still fancy dresses and music,” she smiled at Marley again, not wanting to disappoint her imagination.

As for the other criterion, Claudia supposed that was subjective. The majority of the boys she knew - both in school and out - were infantile, and while that shouldn’t influence her opinion on their physical attributes, somehow it did. She couldn’t very well look at a boy who had torn her gown by treading on it one year, and then vomited parfait down his own dress robes the next, and consider him to be in any way attractive. She might feel a little differently if the young male guests behaved a little more like Connor or like Wyatt... Claudia kept her head low to conceal any blush that dared to stain her cheeks at the thought. “Some of the boys are cute, I suppose,” she covered, hoping that if Marley did glimpse any traitorous tinge of pink that she would attribute it to the non-existent crush Claudia might have on one of the socialites. “Some of them are infuriatingly juvenile, but I end up dancing with them anyway.” Not many dances, admittedly, but she liked to do one or two over the evening so she didn’t forget how. She quite liked dancing, but not when people were watching, so she much prefered to dance when it was busy and people’s eyes were much more likely to be focused elsewhere. Unfortunately she didn’t like crowds. It was a paradoxical conundrum.

Repeating the trend of painting one nail, re-affixing the lid on that polish and then unscrewing the cap of the next, Claudia noted that some of the shades might require a second coat to look finished. “I’ve been practicing doing my make-up,” she confided to Marley. “Maybe this year I’ll be one of the cute girls,” she said, with complete and total sarcasm. Claudia didn’t think she was unnattractive, but she was undoubtedly a wallflower. There were other girls who strut and flounced, some of them even doing it with poise and finesse, and Claudia was aware she’d never be that outgoing. She would try, with her uncomfortably bold shades of nail polish, and the eyeliner she was almost brave enough to wear outside of her dormitory (Hallowe’en aside, when she had actually worn it to the party, but then she did want to look dead so she wasn’t really sure that counted), but she was certain her days of being cute had ended when she was old enough to ask incessant questions of whomever would listen.

  • I'm definitely happy with it - Marley, Mon Sep 4 23:35
    Marley beamed widely, delighted in equal parts with Claudia’s agreeable response and her compliment. “Thank you!” This, too, was directed at both of her friend’s statements. She wasn’t expecting at... more
    • You could do better - Claudia, Tue Sep 5 16:24
      • Nope, this is perfect - Marley , Fri Sep 8 00:17
        Her declaration that balls were fairy-tale-esque was laughed off by Claudia. Marley giggled in response, shaking her head automatically before remembering that she was trying to keep her hands still... more
        • Perfection is overrated - Claudia, Fri Sep 8 10:02
          It quickly became apparent that Claudia had blushed and Marley had noticed. The blonde ducked her head further, hoping to ward off any questions on the topic. She really ought to have known better... more
          • Marley couldn’t honestly say that she’d expected Claudia to bounce up-and-down in her seat and immediately agree to find a cute boy to dance with, but she had been hoping for something a little more... more
            • Your funeral - Claudia, Sat Sep 9 14:42
              Marley started to push for more information, which Claudia really didn’t appreciate. She tried to keep her expression neutral but she wasn’t at all comfortable being questioned like that. Even if the ... more
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