Girls' Night [Sweet Princess Iris]
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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.

"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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Date: 2014-06-22 05:03 am (UTC)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!"
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