The tanned features of Tyr slowly came into view as she reached a place she knew her mother had once called home, she knew this because there was still a lingering aura of her mothers soul still lurking in the walls of the building. Not saying that the woman had died or even vanished here, this was just a place that had been visited by her. As Tyr approached, it was evident that this young woman had inherited her mothers icy blue eyes, like those of the very ice itself but had not inherited her skin color. For she was far more tanned then her mother and siblings. Tyr was the third youngest of seven, they were all similar in one way, that they shared part of their mothers soul. Split apart into seven different vessels, how was a separate story that all seven were still sharing as reoccurring nightmares.
Black and chrome headphones adorned the top of Tyr's silky raven black haired head, blaring some strange tune. Her expression was rather, vacant, to say the least, for this woman had learned to mask her emotions under a veil of anger. Her slender toned form was adorned with a simple black tank top that fit snugly to her upper form yet cut just shy of an inch above the waste of her blue jeans. The cuffs of which tucked into black leather boots. Yawning softly as she approached the door, the light jingle of her silver bracelets around her wrists heard as she raised a hand to open the door. Slipping inside she would shudder as her eyes adjusted to the dim light, with a soft sigh she would push away from the door and stride toward the bar. Her boots giving a soft click against the hard wood as she walked behind the bar to absentmindedly grabbing a bottle of absinthe off the shelf and hopping up onto the bar. Swinging her legs over to the other side of it, she would crack open the bottle with her teeth, spit the top across the room and gaze out over the surroundings as she took a deep swig of the pale clear green liquid. Letting her headphones fall to rest around her neck, she would let loose a small purr, leaning back some to take another sip.
"Oh Leo... This place sure is dusty. You've let the shadows creep in, I see."
Smiling absently to herself, she knew her mother did enjoy this particular friends company. She knew he had made a good ally, and for all the mystery behind him, he was a loyal friend. Letting her feet swing out some as the light tingle in the back of her head swept throughout the rest of her skull from the absinthe, she would let loose a small giggle touching her fingertips to her lips lightly.
"I love how they go numb like that."
Hopping off the counter with the bottle in hand, she would stride over to the fire place contemplating where to start with this... redecoration.
"Well.. lets see what the green fairy says."
Giggling madly, she'd plop herself into a chair with her legs slung over the arm. Her head hanging over the other arm as she took another deep swig. Her icy blue eyes seeming to pulsate with wisps of black liquid smoke.
300
200
150
