From The Desk Of Toni Storm ⋆♫˚.⋆⭒.˚⋆ April 22nd
From the desk of Toni Storm ⋆♫˚.⋆⭒.˚⋆ April 22nd
The plastic ring around her finger became somewhat of a comfort object overnight. Toni sat on the edge of her once-shared bed, gently turning the plastic around her digit and pressing a thumb into the sticky parts where it was once a lolly.
Marriage. What a strong commitment to make to someone she broke away from. It wasn’t a decision that came lightly when she was asked the first time around. Toni began traveling globally, Joseph was in Japan, the time zones and the distance was hard. She had always assumed it was a mutual break between them. Yet, once they had both signed to become All Elite, the distance closed between them and a feeling inside her chest told her she was missing something.
That something still stayed at home and took care of Toni, running hot baths and holding the ice on her back when she needed it. It was the same something that would sit across the dining room table, making jokes and cleaning up after she had cooked. Something that had made time to watch movies and cheer her on from home when he had been injured and in pain. Maybe Toni was a fool for thinking there was nothing between them anymore. Maybe ‘fool’ was putting it too nicely.
Fuck.
That was the first word that came to mind.
Shit.
The second word she could think of.
Toni stood up, pacing around the room in an attempt to get her mind thinking straight. Maybe Toni wanted to have a wedding.
She chewed on the plastic that marked their vows to one another. A wedding surrounded by friends and family.
The plastic turned white, threatening to break. And maybe, just maybe, Toni would rather have done it sober.
The ring cracked between her teeth. Dammit.
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Toni followed Megan closely behind. They had wrestled and had brief interactions outside of the ring, but it never occurred to Toni how much taller the other woman was; she didn’t tower over her, but there was a noticeable difference in height.
Sliding into her chair, Toni briefly looked over the signs behind the bar. Their specials were listed. “I’ll probably start with a vodka soda.” It was a basic order compared to Megan’s own knowledgeable choice, but it gave her enough time to look at her options more thoroughly.
Toni folded her sunglasses and placed them on the table. The bar wasn’t empty, but it wasn’t crowded like other places would be. It was a good atmosphere in order to get to know her… hm. Was this a date? Could she consider Megan her date for tonight? No, no, this was just two coworkers meeting for drinks. Right?
Toni's cheeks flushed, but it was partially covered by the sunglasses she wore. Toni often got compliments on social media, but to get them face-to-face by a particularly beautiful woman is ... much different. She coughed slightly in an attempt to get her mind from wandering and get back to the present. "Thank you. You look..." Toni paused, placing a finger to her lips in an attempt to think of a word. "Is it too forward to say you look ravishing?" Her eyebrow quirked up just slightly above her glasses, her fake trans-atlantic accent peeking out to accentuate her words. It was less of a question and more of a statement. Before she could overthink what she was saying, she tilted her head towards the door. "Shall we head inside?"
Zizi Jeanmaire (29.04.1924 - 17.07.2020)
London, 1960
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