((FUCKLONG!))<br/><br/>Izzy sniffs and tries her damnedest to seem ''composed'. She wipes her eyes and lies,<span style="color: olive"> "Got somethin' in my eye." </span>She sniffs and looks up to Camelia. She isn't sure what her friend knows...if anything.<span style="color: olive"> " Wh...wh..Heaven on earth? Shit Cam' you drunk already?"</span>She tries to offer a half assed laugh, then resigns to the fact she isn't very good at lying to someone she cares so very much about.<br/><br/>God Camelia is beautiful, standing above Izzy ,blanketed in the sunlight, her red hair , lips and nails all in perfect balance against her smooth tattooed skin.  The lines ...god the lines . Izzy had dreamed night after night of tracing the delicate patterns in the low light of the morning. Endless dreams have ended with the tattooed beauty sleeping quietly in a heap of blankets in one of their trailers- the place changed from time to time..but it always reeked of sex , liquor and smoke.  A totally non- enticing prospect to most, but to her- THAT- was paradise. That would be heaven on earth- so when Camelia asked with a wink, Izzy just didn't know what to say.<br/><br/>She looks up at those green eyes and the soft smile, fighting every instinct in her body.  She wants to kiss Camelia, tell her what was going on..how she'd just about given up hope...and that she had no idea what to do. To divulge every little thought in her mind. Above all tell her she's loved- That she's loved her for years now. But that nagging feeling in the back of her mind --vivid images of rejection, of Camelia laughing...of worse.  Camelia hurt, impaled on one of her own swords...something. She has no idea why talking to Cam about such a simple thing would cause her harm - she just has the gut feeling it will.<br/><br/>After what seems like minutes passing , she reaches up for the offered smoke. She eyes the smear of lipstick a a pang of guilt fills her stomach. Those lips..god dammit she wanted to kiss those lips.  This was always the closest she'd ever get.  She pulls the smoke to her lips and inhales deeply, the mental image of Camelias lips against hers flooding her mind.<span style="color: olive">"I dunno what yr' talkin' about  Red'. "</span>she grins sheepishly scooting over next to the bubbling still.<span style="color: olive">"But, you kin' take a seat if ya want to..." </span>Covered in soot and grease, she tries to wipe away some of the soot on her face, it only spreads it , making it worse.<br/>She looks up to Calmelia and asks with a hoarse tone<span style="color: olive">. "How'da I look?"  </span><br/><br/>She looks horrible.  Her suit pants covered in mud and grime, her white tank top dusted with the same. Her hairs a mess .  Grease and grime are everywhere. She's as oblivious to this as she is to Camelia's intent towards her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>