kennedyk | Girls' Night [Sweet Princess Iris]

Kennedy's laid out several blankets and pillows on the distressed hard-wood floors of her top-floor apartment. It was a long day at work, but thankfully a productive one. Several customers came by to commission her after visiting her booth at the art festival, something she'll call a win. Now that there's a nice open space on the floor free of her canvases, paints, and as clean as it's been since she's moved in, Kennedy pops a big tub of Neopolitan ice cream into the freezer and sets a bottle of wine in a bucket of ice to chill. She picked up everything from the market on the way home.

"I hope Iris doesn't mind eating on the floor..." she worries, but furniture such as a dinning room table really seemed like a waste of money when she needed the space for her art. She shrugs, figuring her new friend will be so excited, she'll love absolutely everything. Laying a box full of jewelry-making supplies on the floor along with their stash of beads from the festival, she pulls out her notebook, quietly working up a quick sketch of the man Owen she met at her booth as she waits for Iris.

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Kennedy sticks her tongue out. "Oh so you don't believe in me, I see how it is!" She reaches over and tickles Iris' side before releasing her in defeat.

Iris lets out a loud squealy giggle, squirming away. "Don't tickle me, you witchy fiend!"

"Don't challenge me then!" she argues, sticking her tongue out. "You brought this all on yourself."

"I have to challenge you! You learned something about your powers today because of me!" she grins, sitting up.

"Sucky things! I wanna control them," she frowns. "I wanna strike the fear of God in others." She's teasing, of course, though that would be cool. "And I still don't know who your crush is."

"Hold my arm and try reaaally hard?" she offers, holding it out for her. "I'll try and open my mind to you!"

Kennedy takes her arm with a doubtful expression. "What am I supposed to do?" She closes her eyes, trying to slip into that weird, floating, empty sensation she gets when a vision comes along.

"Ummm... When I want to transform, I stop thinking so hard and just let the feeling come over me. Try that?" she suggests, trying to focus on that really awkward crush on Jason, since she clearly already knows about the one on Eli, but she's blushing up a storm and it's difficult to stay focused.

"Okay. Empty the brain. Simple enough." She uses her other hand to grab Iris', squeezing it as she clears her thoughts and breathes out to focus herself, like she does when she sits down to work on a piece she's been imagining for days.

Kennedy's brows furrow as she starts to get a vision, blurry and dark, the edges of it slowly coming into focus the more she relaxes herself. When she tries to focus it, the vision disappears. She breathes again to relax herself and the edges start to sharpen, forming a picture of a cemetery and an open grave, an unmarked headstone. She sees a man standing over it, hands in his pockets. He's tall, his build strong, and he slowly turns to walk away from the grave, showing Kennedy tiny details of his face. Blonde with blue eyes, dirt smudged on his cheeks and forehead. He's striking, really. Just as she glances his face, the vision flickers and blurs until there's nothing, just the blackness of Kennedy's closed eyes.

"I saw him!" She gasps. "I actually saw him!"

Iris squeaks and yanks her arm away, blushing her head off. "No! No you didn't! Nope!"

"Yes I did! ...unless I saw someone else in your life?" she shrugs, because she had never met that man before in her life. "He was at a gravesite."

She jams a nail into her mouth to chew at it nervously. "No, it was probably him," she admits. "I'm just embarrassed."

Kennedy takes the nail out of Iris' mouth again, frowning at her as she hands her another brush to fiddle with. "Tall, blonde, blue eyes, dirty, and ridiculously banging butt?"

She fiddles the brush anxiously. "Y...uuup. It's a really nice butt," she admits, so red.

"I agree," she says, thinking about what little she saw of him. "Any idea why he's hanging out at a cemetery?"

"No idea... It worries me though. Was there a dog with him?" she asks suddenly, sounding very anxious.

"Noooo..oo?" she wrinkles her nose thinking. "But it was a public cemetery. They wouldn't bury a dog there, sweetie. I'm sure it was a person."

She lets out a sigh of relief. So it wasn't Alfredo. That's the important thing. "I don't know who it was then... I can't imagine why he'd be there."

"His dog is named Alfredo?" she grins. "That's cute. Maybe he knows someone who passes away soon."

"Oh gosh, I hope not... That'd be too sad," she sighs. "I hate funerals."

"It may have just been symbolic. My visions don't really like to point me one way or the other, they're completely helpless like that."

Iris rolls over the floor to hug her. "Well, even if your visions don't want to work properly, you're still amazing, okay?"

She's surprised by the hug but returns it with a positive grin. "I know! Kidding, I'm kidding. But thank you. At least my visions have given me a livelihood right?"

"Yeah! And they led you here so you could meet me and be the best friend I've ever had," she grins.

"Exactly! And maybe it's not my visions, I just haven't learned how to interpret them?"

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