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Posted by: Beatrice Royle
« on: July 30, 2024, 02:12:59 pm » | Miyako should’ve known dating Dusan would present challenges. The first and foremost being the lack of communication. Though she’s known to go days at a time without responding to messages or phone calls, Dusan would go weeks, nearing a month without a word. Sometimes she felt the whole hotel event didn’t happen, and that it was a lucid dream brought upon by sake and loneliness. Then he would appear for a short time before disappearing for another undisclosed amount of time. She knows it’s because of his job, but the paranoia brought upon a new wave of insecurity. She’s gone as far as trying to track his phone, but the signal couldn’t be picked up anywhere. Some nights the voices got the best of her, and she would mumble theories that he had found another Omega woman or he didn’t want her. It took hours for her to come down from that mindset, and usually with the aid of alcohol or Xanthe or Ivan. Ivan expressed his fears of her condition worsening each time she used her abilities, but she dismissed him. Paranoia believing he wanted to replace her with someone else. But paranoia wasn’t present tonight. Tonight, she reserved two seats at Nihonryori-RyuGin. Last she saw Dusan, she mentioned wanting to go to the restaurant and had made reservations for the two of them. She wanted him to come, but who's to say he will. The man was unpredictable which caused some frustration, and tonight she would let him know it. If she didn’t get distracted by his charming looks or sculpted body. She swears every time she wants to bring something important up he knows the moment and takes her mind elsewhere. Tonight, Miyako wore an Alaia dress; simple in its black material with a dark gray pattern. Her dark hair is straightened, and drapes over her shoulders like ebony waves. The dress shapes her figure catching the eye of several restaurant goers, but she ignores them. Simple silver jewelry dons her ears, wrists and fingers. Even her black heels are simple paired with a dark gray purse that hangs on the back of the chair. It’s been thirty minutes past the reservation time, and still no Dusan. She tries not to look annoyed or saddened by his absence. She sips her French sauvignon blanc wine, and decides to wait five more minutes. If he doesn’t show up then she’ll begin ordering, and enjoy dinner by herself. Nihonryori-RyuGin & Link to Dress |
