Life:
Altered 03.47 ~*~ Storms

            Alice walked up to the room that Quin was
standing in she instantly knew it was

Hamilton‘s.  It didn’t fit Quin’s quiet personality; it was
louder and more personal than anything she’d envisioned Quin living in.  She walked up behind Quin, wrapping her
strong long arms around her, pulling her close. 
Quin quickly found her hands, grabbing them into her own.

            “Hey baby.  You look sad are you ok?”  Alice asked gently, and Quin nodded at the
question.  A strand of her white blonde
hair falling into her eyes, but she left it there, making her all that more
***** to Alice.  She
turned into Alice‘s arms, hugging her close, nuzzling and
kissing her exposed neck making Alice smile at the sweetness of the touch.  

            “Show me your room…”  Alice instructed in Quin’s ear and Quin cocked
her head coolly to one side not having yet spoken a word.  She let her hand drift down the length of Alice‘s arm,

grasping her hand
and leading her to the door in slow ***** measured steps.  They walked down the hallway and Quin swept
her hand, pointing to the long spiral stairway that led upward.

            “Your mother banished you to the
attic?  How Flowers In The Attic of her. 
I would never have thought it.”  Alice giggled dramatically; Quin simply smiled
the small Mona Lisa smile that revealed her dimple on her
right cheek.  Alice took the high heels off and dropped them
on the first step, taking the stairs and letting the cool wood sooth her tired
feet.

            Quin followed her, hands in her
pockets as she mounted the stairs she hadn’t trudged up in over 7 years.  The room was a memory to her, having left it
when she’d left this life of luxury.  Alice pushed passed the black beads that
graced the doorway, making her giggle at the thought of Quin having something so
retro in her room.  Alice wondered for the 1000th time what Quin
had been like when she’d been younger. 
Had she been innocent?  Had she
had more passions than music?  Alice knew that she’d been very sexual by
Quin’s own admittance, telling her of her one-night stands that spanned from
the age of 13 to right before meeting Alice. 

            Quin watched her moving her heart in
total turmoil as things moved inside of her that she’d never thought would have
been stirred again.  She missed this
life, the house, the money, and the solitude of her room.  Yet she ran from it, lived a pauper’s life
because there was so much to experience that way, having to work for your food
was something you never forgot.  Having
to earn your keep, not stepping on people on your way up, but dragging them
with you, no matter how hard that might be. 
She continued to watch Alice as she explored the room with intense
eyes.