SailorMoonAndSonicX

Vayne hated the curtains in the library. They were made from a bright pink fabric covered with a cherry print and trimmed in lace.  He let the material slip through his fingers with a sigh.  He could remember climbing that rickety old ladder to hang them “perfectly centered so the sunlight can catch their cuteness”.  In the time he had seen them prominently displayed, he had swiftly grown to despise them, not only because they were gaudy, but because they reminded him of another time he had been bullied into holding his tongue. It couldn’t be that bad to tell her what he really thought.  After all, some of – well, most of – Pamela’...

Vayne hated the curtains in the library. They were made from a bright pink fabric covered with a cherry print and trimmed in lace.  He let the material slip through his fingers with a sigh.  He could remember climbing that rickety old ladder to hang them “perfectly centered so the sunlight can catch their cuteness”.  In the time he had seen them prominently displayed, he had swiftly grown to despise them, not only because they were gaudy, but because they reminded him of another time he had been bullied into holding his tongue. It couldn’t be that bad to tell her what he really thought.  After all, some of – well, most of – Pamela’...