Words Like Violence| Jane/Dallas/Henry/Hyde (Fast)

[LUCY "KITTY" HARRIS]

Break the silence

A small spurt of laughter that flowed with ease was a telling indication of the jovial mood in which these two women sat ensnared. Jane with her sweet, sedated nature and buoyant smile and Kitty with her jaunty spirit shining through her toothy, saccharine grin. Where at the conception of their enduring friendship her smile had been one, not contrived but unsure, now took another form entirely. It wasn’t so much aesthetic because now she could actually feel what she showed to the world. Genuine happiness that coursed through her like a drug, the most narcotic of emotions, and reached her eyes.

Kitty had wanted to arrange a meeting between the two causes of her renewed self for quite some time now. There was no denying the gratitude she felt towards both parties and she had long since considered it necessary for them to finally come face-to-face. None of those worries that vexed most women who introduced their significant other to their best friend were accounted for tonight. If Jane and Henry had been entirely different individuals than they were, perhaps she might have felt a sliver of apprehension. Fortunately, they were just plain Jane and doe-eyed Henry. No two opposing forces whose personalities would clash horrendously. They were, respectively, understanding, meek, and kind-hearted beyond what Kitty could grasp. Never a callous word was uttered by either of them, nothing that would plant the seed of doubt in her mind about the outcome of their first acquaintance. Their importance in her life could be analyzed for all it was worth, but the end result would always be that it was true. Jane’s friendship and Henry’s companionship meant more to her than she could express through mere sentiments alone. Without pause, she had made that known to both when she finally insisted upon this get-together. The meeting of the two forces in her life that kept her firmly rooted in an alternate reality in which there was no past to lament or future to fret about. Just the present in all of its heady tonics and the ones who made each day that much more bearable.

So there the two unlikely friends were, seated at a dimly lit booth adjacent to a reasonably sized window with blinds slightly drawn which offered a view of the city basking in its dusk glow, waiting on Henry to arrive. The original plan had been for him to collect both women from Jane’s apartment after they had finished getting ready for the evening, a task that had taken a tad longer than expected once Kitty had gotten into a bit of a fashionista frame of mind and dolled-up Jane, but Henry had complained about a pounding headache. It might’ve been the slightest hint of disappointment in her eyes when she understandingly offered up postponing the date until he felt able-bodied enough to follow through that caused him to concede, but whatever the reason, he’d agreed to continue on, the stipulation being that he would take the proper steps to remedy his headache by resting up and meeting them at Applebee’s instead. And so while they waited, Kitty and Jane forged an easy-going atmosphere.

“If you think that’s embarrassing, watch him react when I call him a leprechaun,” Kitty joked, glowing with infectious laughter. She lowered a look down at the wooden tabletop, umber locks tumbling over her shoulders and framing her grinning face, her slender neck bundled by the black scarf she wore. There was another difference; her attire.

Normally she was one to pull from her array of sultry and provocative wardrobe which mainly extended to dresses and skirts of a defining . . . taste, but tonight she had put together a look that possessed more of a tasteful tenor than what she normally outfitted herself in. Kitty looked almost well put together with the overall dark tones of her plum long-sleeved shirt, charcoal grey trench coat, trendy boots of the same hue, and the only pair of “jeans” she owned. In short, there was no revealing of her true nightly occupation.

Running her fingers along the grooves in the table, the two were interrupted by a cheery voice belonging to a blonde, pixie-haired woman who settled in front of them two menus. “Welcome to Applebee’s, ladies. I’ll give you some time to decide on what to order, but while you wait, what would you like to drink?”



(OMFG, THAT WAS LIKE PULLING TEETH. FOUR DAYS. FOUR FECKIN’ DAYS IT TOOK FOR THIS. >< Anywho, I hope you guys don’t mind that little thing I added in about there already having been plans, but Henry lagged a little. You better appreciate what I did thar, Tich. Set-up like whoa. >D And I did god-mod the convo a bit, Kay. Just pretend that whatever Lucy said before I started this post was funny. :3 It’s been a long time coming. LET THE GAMES BEGIN. >)

[JANE EYRE]

Jane wasn't as comfortable as she could be, the clothes on her body feeling foreign and not at al her style, and the notion of what was to come making her uneasy in her skin. Because Kitty was her friend, Jane had aggreed. Jane didn't feel as if it were her place to meet Kitty's boyfriend and offer approval or anything of the sort. More than once Jane had told her close friend that she was just glad that Kitty had some semblance of happiness. Then again, Jane was curious to finally meet Henry. He sounded like a wonderful human being, from all that Kitty had told her.

Fiddling with the hem of her t-shirt that Kitty had insisted on, Jane laughed with Kitty. She certainly had humorous stories to share about her Henry. "A leprechaun?" Jane shook her head. Leave it to Kitty to call a man a leprechaun. When the waitress came over, Jane ordered water and nothing else. She still wasn't old enough to drink in America (not that she wanted to) and she never had developed a taste for the sweeter, sticky sodas. Jane didn't know how Americans could stand drinking that stuff, or the beverage they called iced tea (which, most of the time, tasted nothing like tea at all). "Why on earth would you call him a leprechaun? Does he fit the usual description?" Jane doubted that he did, that it was probably because of some personality trait that Kitty would bestow such a label.

[ricketts]

allegory.

Henry struggled up. Slowly, painfully consciousness returned to him. He glanced furtively round the dashboard of his van, then sighed and frowned as he pinched hard the bridge of his nose. He sat there for many minutes, thinking almost with composure. Then, very abruptly, he shrugged it off and hastily opened the door.

The headaches were getting worse.

Through all this long and arduous harangue, he had to remember - tonight was very important to Kitty. He would not be the one that spoilt it. As long as he kept calm, and kept medicating. Consciousness, like the gradual light of dawn, had been flooding that other part of his brain. And the face that now confronted Henry, though with his feeble delaying he would only very obscurely discern it, was vigilant and keen, in every sharp-cut hungry feature. It bothered him. It stopped him sleeping at night. But if he could keep that face only to himself, and out of Kitty's knowledge, he felt he could cope.

Adjusting himself with a deep breath, Henry entered. Only a few seconds later, a bizarre light-headed feeling came over him and he put out his hand for the wall. Standing motionless, listening; hearing the faraway murmers of tables at chatter. So sudden and transitory had been the experience that it seemed now to be illusory; yet it had so caught him up, it had with so furtive and sinister a quietness broken in on his solitude, that for a moment he dared not move. A cold, indefinite sensation stole over him and, just like that, it broke off. Henry's attitude intensified in its stillness. He needed - needed - to carry on. Feature with feature, perfect composure and with extreme care, he stood straight and crossed the room.

It had not taken him long to see the back of Kitty's coiled, beautiful hair and, approaching her soundlessly from behind, he lowered his eyes softly onto her and made his entrance with a kiss to her cheek. 'Sorry 'm late, love.'