The Infanta ~ Annie & Chris (Teen AU)
Here she comes in her palanquin
on the back of an elephant
on a bed made of linen and sequins and silk
Among the crowds of Edinburgh’s frequent flyers on a scathingly sunny July morning, Annie emerged with an air of her walk from the sea of people departing from the New York flight. She got far away from airport security to hide behind a row of pay-to-call telephones to pull out a hidden flask from her bra, taking a quick swig before going off to the restroom.
The sullen “17-going on 18” freckled bohemian untied her bun in front of her reflection, letting her short and curly hair fall to the sides. From her bag, a mix of messy makeup, tampons, and books (which hid the money her Aunt had left behind), Annie pulled out eyeliner and applied more just in-case the flight had put a damper on the intensity of her eyes, along with some lip balm. Taking one last look at herself— she donned the typical baby doll 90’s dress the accentuated her fully grown breasts and legs, complete with a red plaid button up she left open and a pair of black heels; it was the image of someone trying to grow before her time —Annie slinged her bag over her shoulder and walked out.
Annie had no idea of where she was going as she boarded a bus that stopped upon the corner of the departure center, she figured she would just start with the places the young Scot she met years ago took her. Edinburgh felt different without the snow and excessive cold, only relying on the memory of the days she spend with him.
Yes, there was only one goal from the ashes of her botched plan: it was to see a barely missed friend. She, on occasion, would allow herself to think about him amidst the mess of the courts, the moves and deaths that surrounded the young woman and her family. She slouched in her seat and peered out the window in silent confidence. The café first…