Ororo and Lorna | Sunday afternoon
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xp_logsOroro and Lorna head to the spa to rewind from the week. Unfortunately, questions come up that raise the tension level just a bit.
Aching muscles had been massaged. Lotions and conditioners had been
applied. Ripped and ragged nails had been filed, buffed, and painted.
Perhaps there was no way to 'unlive' the last crazy, hectic week, but
it was well on its way to being put in the past, thanks to a little
spa treatment.
Ororo leaned back in the perfectly-padded chair, giving a sigh as the
attendant worked her way up her sore calf muscles with both hands. "We
really ought to give some thought to converting part of the gym to a
spa," she told Lorna, not for the first time. "Because I think I might
be too relaxed to drive home after this."
"We could hire a driver," Lorna said without moving her lips. Her
face was covered with a thin green clay mask. Moving would crack the
mask and ruin the seal. "Then someone could take us home and we
wouldn't have to move. If we hire big tough men, they can carry us to
the car too. I say we pick really really hot ones. And get their
phone numbers." Her body felt like one long ache--massages that
actually did any good hurt for a while after. "But I like the in home
spa too."
"Both solutions have their advantages," Ororo agreed. "Though I think
requesting the kinds of funds either would require might raise a few
eyebrows. So we are left to our own devices."
"We could ask Moira to fund it. That's like pocket change to her."
Lorna opened her eyes and carefully turned her head to look at Ororo,
trying not to pull at the skin. "But you're probably right. Plus I'm
pretty sure that buying dates would make me even more pathetic than I
am already. Or is lying about having them worse than buying them?"
She couldn't smile but her voice did it for her.
"You could never be pathetic, Lorna. I think you would find plenty of
free dates if you only allowed them to approach you." Ororo
wiggled her toes, enjoying the dark crimson polish on her nails and
knowing it probably wouldn't last a week. "And then you would not need
to lie. And you could get someone to admire that lovely manicure."
"There you go with the logic. Maybe I just don't like the inevitable
rejection, how about that?" She sat up a bit and lifted her hand to
critique her pale pink nails. "What about you? What's on your dating
plate these days?"
To say Ororo was suddenly very, very uncomfortable would've been
putting it lightly - all the relaxed muscles tensed and her shiny
nails curled around the arms of her chair. "Er, well. It is funny you
should ask. I started seeing someone recently."
"Oh, yeah? Nice. Who is it?" Lorna processed the sudden change in
Ororo's voice and looked over at her again, "Oh, God. You're not going
to say Logan or something right? Because that is so not right. I
don't care how nice his abs are."
"No, it is not Logan," the weatherworker replied in a strained tone of
voice. This would be funny if it was not so horrible...
"Actually, Lorna, I have started dating... Remy." Ororo looked over at
her friend, hoping to read her expression in order to gauge what to
say next.
Lorna didn't change expression in the slightest, the mask holding her
still. She did blink several times. "Remy," she repeated, surprise
washing out any other emotion in her voice. She was silent for a long
moment, then pushed herself up, twisting to look at Ororo more dead
on. "Like, Remy, the Remy I dated." As though there would be any
other Remy that Ororo would sound quite that nervous about.
"Er, yes. That Remy."
"Ah..." Lorna settled back into her chair again and apologized to the
manicurist. "Can I ask you a really nosy question?"
"Of course." Maybe that wasn't a very wise course of action, but Ororo
felt she owed Lorna at least that much.
Lorna closed her eyes again, tried to relax. "Is he happy now? Do you make him happy?"
Well. What to say to that? "I..." Ororo started, then stopped, biting her lower lip. "I certainly try. I cannot promise that he is, but... I hope so. I think he can be."
"He can be," Lorna repeated with conviction. She was silent while the attendant wiping the face mask away with a damp cloth, cool air stinging new skin, taking away the dead outer layer. She smiled over at Ororo, face free to move finally. "I'm glad he'll have you. I've been worried about him since we... He didn't deserve to have me breaking down on him. You're stronger. He needs someone strong who can hold her own with him. You're an equal."
Though it was flattering, this drew a frown from Ororo, and she once again glanced sideways at her friend. "Lorna, you are the equal of anyone, man or woman, that I have known. Though you and Remy did not... work out, do not think it is because you are not strong. It is not fair to you, nor is it true."
Lorna waved her hand dismissively, pretty pink nails contrasting sharply with that scarring on her skin. "It was then. It probably still is now but it definitely was then. I couldn't handle it, Ro. I ran to France for him without even hesitating. Followed him to New Orleans. I don't know. He was...so different. Confident. And I wasn't. I haven't been in a long time. It wasn't a good relationship. I couldn't hold my own."
"I am glad that you are aware of this, then," Ororo offered, at a loss for anything else to say. She couldn't convince Lorna otherwise, and maybe she was right. She knew that Remy and Lorna had cared about one another, and perhaps still did, but that wasn't always enough. And it wasn't as if any of them needed additional stresses and worries in their lives.
"Our friendship is important to me, Lorna. And I would not want to do anything to put that in jeopardy. Please believe me when I say that."
"This won't. Promise." Lorna smiled easily, and reached out to pat Ororo's hand, "Honestly, I'm happy for you and for him. I think this is the best news I've heard in a hell of a long time and that's including the fact that Scott isn't going to blow up. You can stop worrying that I'm just putting on a brave face or something."
"Good, because at the price of facials here, I would imagine you would want everyone to see what is natural." It was a weak joke, but Ororo's voice was tinged with relief, and she turned her hand palm-up to catch Lorna's and give it a squeeze before releasing. "Speaking of which, did you see their new avocado and oatmeal facial masque? It seems like it should come with tortilla chips, at least."
"It does sound pretty delicious. I think I'm actually hungry. We should get lunch after this." Lorna pulled her hand back and shifted her in chair. "No use looking this pretty if we don't go out and flaunt it, right?"
"Right."
Aching muscles had been massaged. Lotions and conditioners had been
applied. Ripped and ragged nails had been filed, buffed, and painted.
Perhaps there was no way to 'unlive' the last crazy, hectic week, but
it was well on its way to being put in the past, thanks to a little
spa treatment.
Ororo leaned back in the perfectly-padded chair, giving a sigh as the
attendant worked her way up her sore calf muscles with both hands. "We
really ought to give some thought to converting part of the gym to a
spa," she told Lorna, not for the first time. "Because I think I might
be too relaxed to drive home after this."
"We could hire a driver," Lorna said without moving her lips. Her
face was covered with a thin green clay mask. Moving would crack the
mask and ruin the seal. "Then someone could take us home and we
wouldn't have to move. If we hire big tough men, they can carry us to
the car too. I say we pick really really hot ones. And get their
phone numbers." Her body felt like one long ache--massages that
actually did any good hurt for a while after. "But I like the in home
spa too."
"Both solutions have their advantages," Ororo agreed. "Though I think
requesting the kinds of funds either would require might raise a few
eyebrows. So we are left to our own devices."
"We could ask Moira to fund it. That's like pocket change to her."
Lorna opened her eyes and carefully turned her head to look at Ororo,
trying not to pull at the skin. "But you're probably right. Plus I'm
pretty sure that buying dates would make me even more pathetic than I
am already. Or is lying about having them worse than buying them?"
She couldn't smile but her voice did it for her.
"You could never be pathetic, Lorna. I think you would find plenty of
free dates if you only allowed them to approach you." Ororo
wiggled her toes, enjoying the dark crimson polish on her nails and
knowing it probably wouldn't last a week. "And then you would not need
to lie. And you could get someone to admire that lovely manicure."
"There you go with the logic. Maybe I just don't like the inevitable
rejection, how about that?" She sat up a bit and lifted her hand to
critique her pale pink nails. "What about you? What's on your dating
plate these days?"
To say Ororo was suddenly very, very uncomfortable would've been
putting it lightly - all the relaxed muscles tensed and her shiny
nails curled around the arms of her chair. "Er, well. It is funny you
should ask. I started seeing someone recently."
"Oh, yeah? Nice. Who is it?" Lorna processed the sudden change in
Ororo's voice and looked over at her again, "Oh, God. You're not going
to say Logan or something right? Because that is so not right. I
don't care how nice his abs are."
"No, it is not Logan," the weatherworker replied in a strained tone of
voice. This would be funny if it was not so horrible...
"Actually, Lorna, I have started dating... Remy." Ororo looked over at
her friend, hoping to read her expression in order to gauge what to
say next.
Lorna didn't change expression in the slightest, the mask holding her
still. She did blink several times. "Remy," she repeated, surprise
washing out any other emotion in her voice. She was silent for a long
moment, then pushed herself up, twisting to look at Ororo more dead
on. "Like, Remy, the Remy I dated." As though there would be any
other Remy that Ororo would sound quite that nervous about.
"Er, yes. That Remy."
"Ah..." Lorna settled back into her chair again and apologized to the
manicurist. "Can I ask you a really nosy question?"
"Of course." Maybe that wasn't a very wise course of action, but Ororo
felt she owed Lorna at least that much.
Lorna closed her eyes again, tried to relax. "Is he happy now? Do you make him happy?"
Well. What to say to that? "I..." Ororo started, then stopped, biting her lower lip. "I certainly try. I cannot promise that he is, but... I hope so. I think he can be."
"He can be," Lorna repeated with conviction. She was silent while the attendant wiping the face mask away with a damp cloth, cool air stinging new skin, taking away the dead outer layer. She smiled over at Ororo, face free to move finally. "I'm glad he'll have you. I've been worried about him since we... He didn't deserve to have me breaking down on him. You're stronger. He needs someone strong who can hold her own with him. You're an equal."
Though it was flattering, this drew a frown from Ororo, and she once again glanced sideways at her friend. "Lorna, you are the equal of anyone, man or woman, that I have known. Though you and Remy did not... work out, do not think it is because you are not strong. It is not fair to you, nor is it true."
Lorna waved her hand dismissively, pretty pink nails contrasting sharply with that scarring on her skin. "It was then. It probably still is now but it definitely was then. I couldn't handle it, Ro. I ran to France for him without even hesitating. Followed him to New Orleans. I don't know. He was...so different. Confident. And I wasn't. I haven't been in a long time. It wasn't a good relationship. I couldn't hold my own."
"I am glad that you are aware of this, then," Ororo offered, at a loss for anything else to say. She couldn't convince Lorna otherwise, and maybe she was right. She knew that Remy and Lorna had cared about one another, and perhaps still did, but that wasn't always enough. And it wasn't as if any of them needed additional stresses and worries in their lives.
"Our friendship is important to me, Lorna. And I would not want to do anything to put that in jeopardy. Please believe me when I say that."
"This won't. Promise." Lorna smiled easily, and reached out to pat Ororo's hand, "Honestly, I'm happy for you and for him. I think this is the best news I've heard in a hell of a long time and that's including the fact that Scott isn't going to blow up. You can stop worrying that I'm just putting on a brave face or something."
"Good, because at the price of facials here, I would imagine you would want everyone to see what is natural." It was a weak joke, but Ororo's voice was tinged with relief, and she turned her hand palm-up to catch Lorna's and give it a squeeze before releasing. "Speaking of which, did you see their new avocado and oatmeal facial masque? It seems like it should come with tortilla chips, at least."
"It does sound pretty delicious. I think I'm actually hungry. We should get lunch after this." Lorna pulled her hand back and shifted her in chair. "No use looking this pretty if we don't go out and flaunt it, right?"
"Right."
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Date: 2007-03-20 04:11 am (UTC)Excellent work, both of you.
(Now. If I could get Paige to follow Lorna's footsteps...)
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Date: 2007-03-20 04:14 am (UTC)(Now. If I could get Paige to follow Lorna's footsteps...)
Have a completely unfulfilling relationship with Remy and then go into a self-destructive cycle that puts most goths to shame?
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Date: 2007-03-20 04:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-20 04:17 am (UTC)(find yourself a skeevy evil shapeshifting replacement? Yes? Works.)
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Date: 2007-03-20 04:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-20 01:43 pm (UTC)Um. Yeeeah. Amanda's rather relieved Paige is at Muir so much at the moment. Demons and mutant smugglers and magical woobies guarded by traps? Easy. Wrath of Paige? Not so much. ;)
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Date: 2007-03-20 01:50 pm (UTC)(Yeeeeah. I am less than looking forward to the upcoming denialetc.)
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Date: 2007-03-20 05:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-20 10:55 pm (UTC)