#p;dimitri

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Unconditionally |: Zimi

Zoe laughed with Mason. Maybe because she had a few drinks in her already or maybe she stopped caring so much. She needed to let go of all of these pent up feelings and just let herself go, not to try to keep herself under control anymore. She needed this, for herself and no one else. And with that she drank the rest of her glass, grinned at Mason as she did so. 

[zoe-turbin]

From Your Heart | Zimi

"You're thinking about me." A familiar voice chimed from Dimitri's doorway. Zoe leaned against the door frame, her signature smirk across her face. But-- this wasn't his Zoe. No, this was the Zoe that his heart played an illusion on him. And somehow-- he knew this. 

[zoe-turbin]

The Push |; Zimi

What's a great way to start the new year you ask? Being shit faced drunk, stumbling down a long corridor in a dress wreaking of the mix smell of tequila and bourbon. Or maybe that's just Zoe way of starting off the new year. Maybe she should have stopped at the 4th shot in a row, or the 6th, or even after the tenth, but no. What would be the fun in that?

Her hand shot out to the side of the wall -- almost knocking over a priceless vase -- as she felt her self tipping to one side. She let out a burst of silent giggles as she held onto the wall for support as she started walking again. After a few steps, Zoe pushed herself off the wall and tried to walk down the hallway like it was a tightrope.

[zoe-turbin]

Eggshells |; Zimi

Pacing. Wandering. Hiding. Feeling. That's all Zoe did for the last few weeks. Or the only things she can clearly remember. Everything turned into such a blur that she couldn't remember the face, name, or even the topic of the person she last converse with. Or even if she did converse with anyone at all. The last person she remembered seeing... wasn't a person at all exactly. No. She binged watch old reality television with her companion -- the bucket of ice cream she smuggled out from the kitchen -- and pillow -- her now slightly bigger fox.

She rarely interacted with her fellow maids. All they did with their lives was fly around the royals for the latest gossip topic to tell their other petty, envious maid. She ignored them more often than not, none of the topics catching her interest enough to pull her out of her 'pale' state. But one of the recent topics ( the only one she really cared about ) involving a certain Russian Prince's failed engagement called her like a roaring horn. Soon, she started to hear it buzz all over the island and later confirmed as no longer a rumor but fact. 

Her face beamed radiantly -- making up for the past few weeks -- as she walked down to his door. She raised her hand and knocked three times on his door. Knock. What was she going to say? Good job of dumping that dumb broad who is best friend. Knock. Who in fact made your smile shine brighter than it ever did before, or made the bounce in your walk ever so prominent, or helped you become less and less shy by the second. Knock. Which Zoe herself could never achieve within the twenty plus years she knew Dimitri. What was her plan? Kiss him and make him fall deeply in love with her? Her false hope in his pain made her jump the gun too early, too late, making her look like a complete idiot. She looked around frantically for a reason -- an excuse -- for her to be at his door.