Hobo_Bob
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- how this spring of love resembleth
how this spring of love resembleth
how this spring of love resembleth
how this spring of love resembleth
how this spring of love resembleth
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a cloud takes all away
Location: Lucien’s House (8:00am)
It was a little before sunrise when Vinny would leave the house. Enor, who was asleep in a borrowed shirt from Lucien for the night, slept soundlessly in his bed. It smelled very nice. Clean, but the hints of sandalwood and brass was laced in everything. The pillow, the sheets, even the blankets she used to cover her body as well as the shirt she wore. It was a long button up dark red tailored shirt, one she intended to return once her night at the tinkers home was up. Her own garb, excluding the under garments from outside the city, lay in an arm chair in his room. She had shed them once the drawer of clean clothes was found. Now, Enor never really did snoop in others things, yet she did not think sleeping in pants and a belted top with an under layer of metallic fabric would be very comfortable. Hence the intrusion.
It was now a little before 8am, and Enor was waking up to a very good nights sleep. Her eyes did not open, not yet, and she merely groaned a few times and tried to cling onto the bits of sleep left in back of her mind. But it would be fruitless. Her body told her to sleep, but something in the back of her mind told her to get up. What was wrong? Her room had a different scent, but that was it. The bedding was not as soft...and come to think of it the sun was not on her face like it usually did. Hence why her hair more then likely always covered her face when she woke. But today, the sun was very gently streaming in just over the top of the ceiling. Casting enough light to see, but not to hurt the eyes or disrupt rest. In a way....perfect. Turning over, she stared up at the unfamiliar ceiling as the night before played in her mind. Lucien must still be down stairs. She had half expected him to have slept beside her, but was glad that he had not, as he said he wouldn't.
It took another fifteen minuets for her to stand, make her way to the closet to pull on one of his longer capes to act as a robe along with one of her belts to keep it fastened on the front. Once covered, she let her bare feet patter along the steps down to his work shop to peek inside. There, at the work bench, Lucien lay with his head down in his arms as if he were a child being punished. Quietly, she moved closer and noticed the vest was unbuttoned and hung around his shoulders and chest as well as the cravat swayed a little as he breathed in the silence of his sleepy state. The room was all but dark, the only light coming from the open door of his workshop and the large window in the front of his home beside the entrance. Moving closer still, she stopped just a step or two from him an leaned in to gaze at his sleeping face. Half of it was visible, yet from what she could see he slept quite comfortably and peacefully. A little chill ran up her legs, and she felt the cold of the early morning along her torso. So, taking the cloak off her body, she covered Lucien and placed a light touch to the top of his head, letting her fingers move in his hair a moment once. She took her leave from his work room and looked for the kitchen, setting to work on what she hoped would be a good meal....
Half an hour later, and a few ruined pieces of toast and egg later, she finally had at least one plate of breakfast and a pot of perfectly brewed coffee. That was all the food left in the house. Three burnt eggs and two pieces of charcoal toast were in the waste basket. She was not much of a cook, but coffee was her specialty at least. So, with the tray in hand and plate of food to feed one, she took it to the workroom again and set it on the work table Lucien slept at, knowing he'd awake to find food. She looked into his face once more and played with his hair again, this time a moment longer, before moving to the living room to sit beside the fireplace. The fire was not entirely gone, which meant he did not sleep till much later then he should have. With a little sigh, Enor made herself more useful by making the embers take new life, warming the room again. She sat in his seat, the high wing -backed chair, legs pulled up to her chest to let the shirt cover her bare legs entirely. She thought of using something to cover herself with, and remembered his cape from the night before. It sat on the little wooden chair she used, and with that as well to help keep her warm, she read the book that was left in his seat and waited for Lucien to awake....
It was now a little before 8am, and Enor was waking up to a very good nights sleep. Her eyes did not open, not yet, and she merely groaned a few times and tried to cling onto the bits of sleep left in back of her mind. But it would be fruitless. Her body told her to sleep, but something in the back of her mind told her to get up. What was wrong? Her room had a different scent, but that was it. The bedding was not as soft...and come to think of it the sun was not on her face like it usually did. Hence why her hair more then likely always covered her face when she woke. But today, the sun was very gently streaming in just over the top of the ceiling. Casting enough light to see, but not to hurt the eyes or disrupt rest. In a way....perfect. Turning over, she stared up at the unfamiliar ceiling as the night before played in her mind. Lucien must still be down stairs. She had half expected him to have slept beside her, but was glad that he had not, as he said he wouldn't.
It took another fifteen minuets for her to stand, make her way to the closet to pull on one of his longer capes to act as a robe along with one of her belts to keep it fastened on the front. Once covered, she let her bare feet patter along the steps down to his work shop to peek inside. There, at the work bench, Lucien lay with his head down in his arms as if he were a child being punished. Quietly, she moved closer and noticed the vest was unbuttoned and hung around his shoulders and chest as well as the cravat swayed a little as he breathed in the silence of his sleepy state. The room was all but dark, the only light coming from the open door of his workshop and the large window in the front of his home beside the entrance. Moving closer still, she stopped just a step or two from him an leaned in to gaze at his sleeping face. Half of it was visible, yet from what she could see he slept quite comfortably and peacefully. A little chill ran up her legs, and she felt the cold of the early morning along her torso. So, taking the cloak off her body, she covered Lucien and placed a light touch to the top of his head, letting her fingers move in his hair a moment once. She took her leave from his work room and looked for the kitchen, setting to work on what she hoped would be a good meal....
Half an hour later, and a few ruined pieces of toast and egg later, she finally had at least one plate of breakfast and a pot of perfectly brewed coffee. That was all the food left in the house. Three burnt eggs and two pieces of charcoal toast were in the waste basket. She was not much of a cook, but coffee was her specialty at least. So, with the tray in hand and plate of food to feed one, she took it to the workroom again and set it on the work table Lucien slept at, knowing he'd awake to find food. She looked into his face once more and played with his hair again, this time a moment longer, before moving to the living room to sit beside the fireplace. The fire was not entirely gone, which meant he did not sleep till much later then he should have. With a little sigh, Enor made herself more useful by making the embers take new life, warming the room again. She sat in his seat, the high wing -backed chair, legs pulled up to her chest to let the shirt cover her bare legs entirely. She thought of using something to cover herself with, and remembered his cape from the night before. It sat on the little wooden chair she used, and with that as well to help keep her warm, she read the book that was left in his seat and waited for Lucien to awake....
Enor
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