In the Raw
This particular piece can fit in several spots, so I’m leaving it as a separate entry in the continuing saga of Blair and Weathered. Enjoy!
Blair’s doctor had ordered her to rest, and Anthony insisted that she stay at her father’s house rather than her Soho apartment. Her protests were weak, and she appeased him anyway. Anthony became a regular visitor, but when she came down to breakfast one morning to find him at the table in conversation with her father, she tried to hide their affections for each other.
“Hello, Anthony. What brings you out here at such an early hour?” A soft pink glow ran across her face as her hands caressed the soft aged denim of her jeans. She had slept in an old t-shirt and hadn’t bothered to change it. Droplets decorated the few loose tendrils that had freed themselves from her ponytail and curled about her face from a splash of water only moments before. She felt embarrassed in her natural state. He’d never seen her in the raw like this before. She squirmed slightly as she watched his eyes drink her in, not understanding that he found her even more beautiful in this moment than he ever had before.
“Good morning, Blair. I am here to discuss some bank business with your father.” His hands gestured to the pile of papers before him.
“Won’t you join us, dear?” her father’s head turned briefly to acknowledge her before returning to the paper he was reading. She had not intended to stay, at least not until she was properly fixed up, but her father’s request wasn’t one that could be denied.
Her deep sigh swelled her chest underneath the t-shirt. Her anger burned slightly, misdirected at Anthony for being there so early in the first place. Her eyebrows buried so far down her face that she was practically eating them. She slid onto the velvet cushion of her chair, directly across from her father. The slight smile of Anthony’s that Blair had fallen in love with did nothing to calm her this time. Her lips pursed as hot coffee flowed between them. Eyes peeping over the rim of the cup, she shot daggers Anthony’s direction, eliciting peals of laughter from her father.
“My goodness. Haha.” Her father’s laughter extinguished the fire that had been slowly building inside her. “Why are you here with me, Anthony, going on about numbers, when you would rather be there with my daughter?” More laughter interrupted his speech as he looked at Blair. “Perhaps those daggers would be better suited for me, my dear. After all, it was I who invited him to breakfast, seeing as how he has become like a piece of furniture around my house these days.”
“Hmmmmmph. Well, dear daddy, you are only saved by the fact that I haven’t heard your laughter in forever. You know, you could have given me notice!”
“But why? You are perfectly beautiful just the way you are, Blair!” Anthony joined her father’s laughter with a chuckle of his own. “I will never cease to be amazed at beautiful women who don’t realize how beautiful they really are, especially when you get to enjoy their natural beauty.”
Anthony’s chuckle turned to full on laughter as both Blair and her father’s eyes rolled at his statement. He knew they would both deny how much alike they were. It gave him a tickle to see them with the exact same expressions on their faces, so very much alike, and yet so very different. Blair just nodded her head; her laughter finally joining in. It was refreshing in a way she had not felt in a very long time.
This week’s instructions were easy: We all have a relationship with jeans. They can make us feel a range of emotions, and this week we asked you to write a piece in which jeans figured prominently.
Blair’s not usually a jeans kind of girl, reserving that look to early mornings alone. Anthony is still a character I am developing, so it was my hope that through this piece, he might endear himself to you further. Did it work? Please let me know what you liked best, and where you think it needs improvement.