|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 4:23 pm
Vincent Alverus Synfly Don't come too close...  With a deep blush upon her cheeks, Vincent watched Kat tuck a few strands of her turquoise hair behind her ear and giggle at him. Why was she giggling? Did she think him a fool? Too sappy? Or crazy even? She of course, would be correct in assuming so, but for the first time in a long time, he didn’t want someone to see how internally screwed up he was. For once, he wanted to seem normal so he could maybe have a friend once again. This girl was putting a dangerous hope in his heart that was melting his cold cruelty away. He couldn’t imagine being mean to such a creature. That in itself would be a sin. When she looked back into his eyes with her sapphire crystals, he felt a sharp pain of guilt hit his insides. ’But how can I fool such a perfect being into being my friend? Couldn’t that also be considered a sin?’ he thought sullenly. He was a monster capable of such evils. Being kind to her was only fooling her into thinking he wasn’t. And he wondered if it was causing her to grow as attached to him as he was growing to her. Perhaps it would be best if he did them both a favor and –
All thoughts running through his head stopped abruptly when he felt her delicate hands press onto his cheeks. Blinking in confusion, his mind tried to wrap around what was happening as her soft, rose petal lips touched his forehead. Was she kissing him? Was she really kissing him? His bottom lip fell slightly from his top one, making his mouth fall slightly agape as she wrapped her arms around him. The initial shock from her kiss caused him to be oblivious of the fact that she was so close to his dead chest again. The spot where her lips had touched tingled lightly with the absence of them. He wondered if that were normal, or if it were just her lips that did that. He wouldn’t be surprised if it were the latter. As the shock finally settled away, he came to realize she was hugging him. A nervous fear replaced his shock as he finally came to notice her rapidly beating heart. It was pulsing so fast against his lifeless chest; surely she could notice his lacked a heartbeat? She made no indication that she noticed however, and she began to speak like nothing was wrong. It seemed he did have a streak of luck. Remembering how he’d failed not too long ago, he forced himself to calm down a little. Her face wasn’t upon his chest this time so maybe he could get away with holding her for a few seconds. It was a stupid risk, but he was being greedy. He wanted to hold her there. As she told him she feared he thought she was a monster, his arms came up and wrapped around the small of her back gently. A little too gently perhaps, as if he were afraid of crushing her against his firmly muscled torso.
She called him kind again, and that made him frown slightly. It only further emphasized the fact that she thought he was something that he wasn’t. As the thunder boomed, he felt her stiffen before shuddering in his embrace. His right hand dared to pull away from her back so he could bring it up. He softly let it touch to her upper back and slide between her shoulder blades, before his fingers found the back of her neck. They curled around her silky smooth flesh and gripped onto her frail neck gently, trying to steady her shivering as he held her head to his shoulder. It was the most awkward, unnatural thing for him to do, and yet he made it look so easy. He had no idea what he was doing, but he was trying to be as soothing as he could. An odd emotion glinted in his crimson eyes, making his bleak face look softer, childish almost. He felt lost, but so full of a warm emotion that he didn’t have a name for. When she let go of him and pulled away, the spark in his eyes died away and he reluctantly released his hands from her. They fell lifelessly into the bed. Emptiness now filled him in place of the warmth he had felt moments ago. The tingling in his forehead had numbed slightly, but the ghost of her kiss still clung to his pale flesh. He wanted that feeling again. As she looked to the floor and smiled with embarrassment, Vincent’s eyes became mesmerized by her lips. He wanted her to kiss him again, but not on the forehead. He wanted his lips to feel that way. He wanted that tingling feeling to last on them. He wanted to remember it as freshly as it had felt when her lips were touching his skin. She was the first girl to kiss him in almost nine-hundred years. And the only other girl before her had been his sister. Kat’s kiss was different than his sister’s had been. It was a long time ago, but he could still remember his sister’s kisses faintly. Kat’s were different, much different.
When she looked at him again, he blinked before bringing his crimson eyes up to look into her eyes. She had been talking. It took his mind a moment to catch up, and process her previous words. She had apologized for being so emotional, and said it was because he was so kind. Right when he was about to scowl at her and tell her to knock it off, she told him not to deny it. Why was she so adamant about him being sweet? She really was naïve. His brows furrowed a bit and he dropped her gaze, staring at the floor with hard, tormented eyes. He hated this. She was so gentle and sweet, and he was fooling her so easily. He shouldn’t be submitting her to such danger. His greed for company and the answers to the many mysteries surrounding this girl were clouding his judgment, making him grow soft and putting her in a vulnerable position. Just as a precaution, he shielded his mind from her, concealing his emotions with his telepathy. She seemed to be good at picking up on how he felt, despite his ability to hide them behind his rigid face. He didn’t want to risk upsetting her again with his mood, and so, he tried harder to hide them from her. She continued though, saying how she didn’t understand why he was left alone for so long and that his company was a blessing. To that, he chuckled a little, though it was dry and without heart. His gaze returned to her now, and he offered her a small, sad smile. ”Well, that makes two of us.” he said quietly, referring to how he was also pleased to have her company. Clearing his throat briefly, he straightened his posture in his back.
”I believe you have had too much excitement for your first day awake. So, I’m afraid I must insist you stay in bed now. I realize how boring that is, but I do not want to risk overwhelming you and making you grow sicker. I will go fix you a cup of tea and bring it here for you. And then we can decide what to do to keep you sane from boredom, yet permits you to rest. Alright?” he said, looking at her with a stern look about his eyes. Though the smirk upon his lips gave his expression a joking tone. With that, he rose from her bedside and left the room. As soon as he’d exited and turned toward the hall, the smile was swept away from his lips. He was growing deeply troubled by all of this. As he walked down the stairs absentmindedly, he thought about everything that had happened. Kat seemed to have an abnormal weakness to emotions. What was worse was that she was so genuinely kind, she couldn’t think for a second that he was evil. And he was evil. She couldn’t see it; that he was lying to her, that he was merely selfish and helped her because he needed to know her secrets, that he was capable of far worse evils than her pure mind could even fathom. He was so convinced he was a horrible beast that he couldn’t see the truth in Kat’s words. He couldn’t believe himself to be kind or worthy of her affection and care. He actually hated himself more for her kindness, for he felt like he was stealing her affection from her when he didn’t deserve it.
As he rounded the halls of the first floor and reached his large kitchen, his mind wandered to what she had said to him. She had thought he would think her a monster; that was something he didn’t understand. How could she believe she was a monster? It made no sense to him. He was the monster, and yet she seemed to think him a kind person. She seemed to see the world backwards from him. There wasn’t a single thing he could think up that would classify her as a monster. Everything about her defied the definition of one. Pulling a pan out from a cabinet beneath the countertops that connected to his sink, he placed it beneath the faucet of the sink to fill it up with water. When it was full, he placed it onto the metal grate of the stove top before turning the burner beneath it on. The blue flames lit to life to heat the water. He stood, staring at it, as his mind continued its pursuit. Now that he thought about it, she had said ”It makes going through what I had to get here, completely worth it”. That brought up a very good question to Vincent, one he hadn’t had the chance to ask yet. Just what exactly had she gone through to get to his door step? The wounds she sustained were by no means minor. She had nearly died that night. Which posed the question of what had happened to her before he met her? His lips pulled into a tight line at that thought as he shut the burner off. The water had begun to boil. Reaching up into one of the cabinets lining the wall, he pulled out a coffee mug. Picking up the boiling pot by the handle, he brought it over to the sink so he could pour the water into the cup. After the cup was full, he dumped the excess water left in the pot into the sink and placed it down on the now steaming metal. He set the cup down on the table before placing two herbal tea bags into the hot water. Walking away from it, he pulled open a drawer in the counter open and picked up a metal spoon. Grabbing the honey from his pantry, he returned to the cup. He pressed the tea bags down into the water to get as much flavor out of it as he could before picking them up with the spoon and disposing of them. He then dropped two spoonfuls of honey into the water before mixing it together. Leaving the spoon in there, he picked the glass up by it’s half circle handle and walked toward the stairs.
Upon returning to Kat’s room, he smiled to her again. ”Here you are. I hope you enjoy chamomile and honey. Be careful…it’s a bit hot.” He said gently as he held the cup out to her. When she had taken it, he sat at the edge of the bed and looked at her. His eyes searched her flawless face for a moment before he spoke again. When he did, his voice was still soft but there was a budding curiosity in his tone. ”Kat…I must ask, how did you obtain those injuries and end up on my doorstep?”...I might just rip your heart out and tear it to shreds
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 4:25 pm
Katarinia ||Isabelle || Corbane----
I don't know if you can hear me where ever you are, but just know I need you now more then ever d a d d y. ღ_____ I'm starting to wonder what my true {p u r p o s e} is;; I shouldn't have been the one that lived. I'm not worthy.  She watched him as he straightened his posture after clearing his throat. Those charming lips of his parted, and he spoke to her. He told her that he believed that she'd had too much excitement for her first day of being awake, which while she wanted to disagree, she could see his point. He continued on telling her that he would have to restrict the rest of their activities for the night to her bed, for he didn't want her overwhelming her weakened body and becoming sicker. A slight smile crept onto her lips as he spoke. It was so sweet how he cared for her, even when he didn't have to. He could have simply sent her on her way, now that she was awake. Instead he was telling her to rest, not wanting her to get any worse than she already was. He then informed her that he would bring her up some tea, and then they would find a relaxing way to entertain themselves. She smiled at him, for tea sounded lovely. With a nod of her head, she confirmed that such things were fine with her. The stern tone to his voice showed the sincerity that he cared, though the smirk on his lips showed that he wasn't doing it out of anything but pure worry and concern. She swiped some hair out of her face and watched as he stood, and left. As soon as he was out of the room, Luce came out from underneath the bed. Quickly he slithered his way up one of the bed posts to the bed, where he warmly curled around Kat's body. Kat gave a soft smile, running her gentle hands up and along the long snake's beautiful golden scales. He nuzzled into her face affectionately, and she let out a soft laugh. Giving the snake a small kiss upon the head, she took in a breath. She was very excited to tell Luce about her adventures of the day.
"Oh Luce! Today was a wonderful day. Vince and I went on a walk and--"
She was cut off as the snake let out a gentle hiss, signalling to Kat that he wished for her to listen. She fell silent, the excitement slowly melting from her face. Usually when Luce hushed her, it didn't mean anything good. Her eyes remained on the golden snake, as his black eyes lowered from her own. It seemed as if he was hesitant, reluctant to speak to her. But he knew that he had to, he had to say something to snap her into reality or no one would.
"Kat... I know you enjoy the presssencccee of this young man. But you mussst keep in mind, dear, that he isss ssstill a sssstranger. One day of knowing him provesss nothing. You know very little about him, and you mussst remember that. I know it isss disssapointing to hear it from me, but I only want to keep you sssafe. I alsssso don't want you becoming harmed... You and I both know how easssily you become attached to people, and then it hurtsss you to leave them. It issss a pain that tearsss my heart to bitsss. Sssso pleassse, for your sssake, do not become too attached to thissss boy. We will be leaving ssssooon."
His words echoed within Kat's mind, as her eyes diverted away from him as if she were a child being scolded for wanting to take a wild animal home. She could feel her excitement about the possibility of having a new friend be torn apart with every lispy word that Luce spoke. But despite how much she hated to hear those words from him, she knew that he had a point, that in the long run he was right and he was only looking out for her best interest. She offered a sad smile to Luce, as she gave him a nod to signify that she understood what he was speaking of, and what he meant. With that, a soft sigh escaped Kat's delicate lips. She scooted down into the bed, pulling Luce closer to her as the reality that she would be alone forever started to sink back in. Her eyes lowered, and she thought of her family. She missed them so much. She missed the time that she lived in, she missed her house and her siblings, she missed the warmth that had once filled her soul to the brim. This purpose that her family had been condemned to was more like a curse, an awful plague that she could not shake herself of. No matter how much she wanted to just be free, no matter how much she wanted to just give up and be happy, she knew that she never could. There was no giving up, no passing it on to another generation. She was the last. The one remaining Corbane left in existence would have to finish this mission. She took in a breath, and looked at Luce. Her lips parted, and just as she was about to speak, she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. She sat back up in bed, and released Luce, who quickly slithered from Kat, and back under the bed to safety.
Her eyes rose up to Vincent as he returned to her room, holding tea that smelt absolutely wonderful. He handed it to her, informing her that it was chamomile and honey tea, also cautioning her of the heat. She smiled brightly to him, "Thank you. It smells wonderful." she said softly, as she held the fragile tea cup ever so carefully in her hands. He sat down at the end of the bed, and she brought the tea cup to her beautiful lips, taking in a sip just as his eyes fell to hers again. She paused, and they locked eyes for just a moment before Vincent spoke, his curiosity putting Kat on edge again. When he asked her about how she had obtained her injuries, she about choked on her tea, but covered that up by simply holding her breath, and swallowing slowly. She took a second before setting her teacup over on the nightstand, as her eyes rose back up to Vincent. Again she was put into a position where she was unable to tell Vincent the truth, no matter how badly she wished she could. She couldn't tell him that she'd been ambushed by demons; creatures that humans like Vincent didn't believe to be real. She couldn't tell him that she was a wanderer, searching for a demon that collected hearts. She couldn't tell him any of that. She would have to weave a web of lies, and it tore her up inside knowing that she would have to lie to someone so sweet. She exhaled a gentle sigh, and kept Luce's words of wisdom fresh in her mind. She couldn't get attached to him, she couldn't become close to him. It was for the best.
"Well. You already know that I'm kind of a drifter, just wandering around from place to place." she started out, trying to think of the most believable story she could come up with. "A few nights ago, I had just arrived in this town. I was coming through the forest at the south end, when some random guy stopped me. I didn't know who he was, but he looked homeless. He asked me if I had anything to spare. I said I did, and knelt down to get some food and such from my bag. While I was busy shuffling through my bag, two other guys just came out of the forest and they like ambushed me I guess you could say. Two of the guys held me down while the other was shuffling through my stuff... And I've got some things that are very dear to me in that bag so I fought back. They weren't too happy about the fact that I was willing to try and fight my way out of it... So they beat me up. And me, being persistent and not knowing when to stop, kept attempting to fight back and get free... I ended up a pretty bloody mess as you can see, but my persistence paid off. There was a moment where they were preoccupied, and I quickly grabbed the remainder of my stuff and ran. I came to your house because I had heard something about people not coming here often...Some people say it's...Haunted here or something... Which I think is absolutely ridiculous. But, I came hoping these bandits or whatever you'd call them wouldn't think to look here... And to my knowledge they didn't, so it was a good choice." She spoke slowly, almost as if she were struggling with her words. But one could easily rule that out as her being shaken up by the whole event, and having to recall it was difficult.
She took in a breath, feeling horribly guilty that she had to lie to him about such things. But, she knew it was for the best of both of them, or at least she hoped. She swiped some hair out of her face and reached for her tea, taking a drink. "That kind of thing happens a lot, when you wander like me. I guess you could say I'm used to it. Normally I'm pretty good at keeping myself out of sticky situations like that...But I guess I was just outnumbered... You really are my saviour." she said offering Vincent a slight smile. She looked away for a second, guilt starting to reflect in her oceanic eyes. "It's getting late though, and the exhaustion from today is starting to set in. I think it's best that we both get some good rest so we can enjoy tomorrow." she said softly. "Thank you so much for your hospitality today, for breakfast and for tea. Everything is so lovely here. It's like a luxurious vacation." she said, giving a bright smile. She reached out, pulling Vincent into her arms for a warm hug. She held him close, and with a sweet tightness. She then pulled back and kissed him on the cheek. "Good night, Vincent. I hope you have the sweetest of dreams. Thank you so much again... I'll see you tomorrow." she said softly. The C l u e l e s s AssassinI don't k n o w how I should f e e l
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2011 10:43 am
Vincent Alverus Synfly Don't come too close... Vincent noticed that she seemed slightly more hesitant all of a sudden, as if she had been struck by something that pulled her limbs to slow down ever so slightly. He supposed it might be a bit uncomfortable to recall a traumatic event that could cause such severe wounds, so he wrote it off as such. He detected something else wrong about her now, but couldn't place his finger on what it was. There was something in her eyes that seemed misplaced. He didn't know why, but he didn't like seeing it there and it ruffled his intestines with slight discomfort, though he consciously tried to ignore it. As her story began, it was slow and soft; her words sounded precise, as if she were just piecing the details together for the first time. The fact came to be that she was mugged upon coming to town a few days ago. It wasn't a particularly difficult story to digest for one such as him, and it was perfectly believable. There was something about it, however, that didn't sit will with him. He didn't know why, but something about her whole story bugged him thoroughly. It irked him even more that he couldn't say what it was that triggered him so.
He smiled back to her when she cast him a sweet smile at saving her. He hadn't saved her at all. It was lucky she looked away, for his smile had begun to fade with hollow shame. He had tended her wounds only to make her well enough to answer his questions. Selfish and deceitful, he was ever more dangerous than the robbers that put her on his doorstep. He was so caught in his own wrong, he didn't notice her remorse. He nodded solemnly as she told him she was tired and wished to sleep. It was barely 10 pm, and he knew sleep would not come to him for some time. He flinched slightly as she pulled him in for another hug, and pecked him upon the cheek. He seemed...hesitant about the whole situation, as if he had been stunned by her touch. His hands fell from her arms then, for they had rested against her once she invaded his personal space for some sense of protection. Rising quickly from his position on the bed, he looked down at her for a long time as she stared up at him. He seemed lost, and nothing came to him to say.
"Goodnight," he finally said softly, his voice cracking slightly. Clearing his throat quickly, he added, "If you need anything, just holler. I'll be able to hear you." And with that, he left her to her peace. When he exited, he closed her door quietly behind him before he stalked down the stairs to the main floor once more. He felt...jittery, like something was gravely wrong in his household. It was this damn damsel. What was wrong with him? She was what was wrong with him. She was screwing with his head, and so kindly too that it made this almost unbearable to him.
What was he even thinking? He couldn't simply accept the blessing of her presence for what it was. No, like everything in his life, there had to be something sinister behind it...something that was not right. Something that didn't fit. Kat certainly didn't fit in his world, and in her presence, it had been turned upside down. The mystery surrounding her ability to touch him consumed every fiber of his being as he calmly strode his way towards his library. Her kindness and warmth were unnatural, he was sure of it. It seemed like even the earth itself responded to her life. And she certainly hadn't been truthful with him about a number of things already, although he couldn't be entirely sure what had been a lie from her versus the truth. He knew at least one of her gashes hadn't come to her the way she told him.
Entering the overwhelming library of the east wing, he glided through the circular parlor of the first level. The library itself was three stories tall, the first floor having a semi-circle of bookshelves that reached all the way back to the windows. The upper two floors were styled more traditionally with columns and rows of bookshelves; they had railings that allowed the center entrance of the library to be seen from above. His family had aquired many texts over the years, from every genre, and culture one could think of. Fiction to nonfiction, history to future, technical text to poetic pros, they had it all. Among this, there was a substantial section for Myths and Legends on the second floor. Ironically, this section contained no content about his curse and others like it. Even though he lived alone, his family's paranoia had passed down to him, and he left nothing up to chance. The books revolving around him and his kind were tucked away in a secret chamber within the library, where he was heading now. It was a good thing he had been so cautious. Even though Kat would have no idea his legend were truth, he still did not want something so personal to come up between them, for he hated to lie more to such a sweet thing.
Weaving his way through the maze of shelves on the first floor, he eventually came to a row of bookshelves along the wall in the back of the library. They all looked identical, although they held different categories of books and encyclopedias. From an onlooker, nothing would look out of place, but for one who knew what they were looking for, this row of books held a door. Out of sheer paranoia, Vincent looked around himself despite the fact that Kat and her friends were tucked away in bed. When he felt like the coast was clear, he kneeled down and pressed his hand into the bottom row of books in the 4th bookshelf from the left. With a hushed groan, the bookshelf pulled back into the wall, revealing a set of steps beneath where the thick wood had just been. The first step was a few feet below the small opening, and Vincent had to carefully hop in before crouching down slightly to crawl into the darkness below. After a few seconds, the bookshelf moved back into place, sealing Vince away in the darkness.
He didn't mind it; he could see perfectly no matter how black it was out. The stairs went down for several paces before they leveled out into an underground chamber beneath the library. It was cut off from the rest of his basement, and was even solitary from his heart chamber, containing one measly, decayed heart. Flicking a switch, florescent lights switched on from overhead lamps above his head. In his thousand years, he had electricity replace the torch light his predecessors had used before him. After he had returned from his travels, he had refurnished the dank room as well to make it more "homely" for a monster like him. It had a polished desk with a comfortable office chair; a red china rug with gold embroidering that covered most of the floor beneath the desk and the bookshelves that littered the large room. It had 14 bookshelves in total, although a few of them were still bare...extra room for him to write to his offspring if he were to fail in his mission. There were no windows or paintings in this room, and despite the colorful flare the rug gave it, it was still a morbid place to behold. Sighing quietly, he walked to the first bookshelf near the stairs and picked up a book, brought it over to the desk and started reading from the beginning....I might just rip your heart out and tear it to shreds
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 1:20 am
Katarinia ||Isabelle || Corbane----
I don't know if you can hear me where ever you are, but just know I need you now more then ever d a d d y. ღ_____ I'm starting to wonder what my true {p u r p o s e} is;; I shouldn't have been the one that lived. I'm not worthy. {Ooc: I know it's not the greatest but I figure you can jump them forward a bit if you want, maybe they can decide what to do for the day or have some more awkwardly cute moments!}
As Vincent exited her room, Katarinia's previously ridgid body finally relaxed. Her guard dropped and she released a heavy breath from her lungs. Running her slender fingers through her hair, she attempted to settle herself down. All this lying, all of this deciept just spilling from her lips was really starting to stress her out. How cruel of her to lie to such a wonderful being, how utterly dispicable. She gave a lost gaze to the floor as Luce rose, curling up around her arm and lovingly nudging her face. No words were exchanged between the two, there was not a single utterance that could comfort Kat in those moments, and they both knew it. Instead he offered her a silent comfort, the simple knowledge that he would forever be there to help her through any strife loosened the burden of her eternal lonliness. At least she had Luce and Jack, at least she wasn't totally alone. Even Vincent had his panther, and yet there was something that made the house seem so desolate. She felt such a strong sense of abandonment from Vincent, it was so heart breaking. She knew first hand how cruel the world could be, but never did she imagine that the world could deal such a hard hand to such a kind person like Vincent. It almost seemed pre-planned, as though some evil presence had made it their goal to simply torment poor Vincent.
She sighed with that thought, knowing better to think in such ways. Of course there wasn't anything causing this, there was no evil presence behind all of the sorrow and the pain. There usually was no exact reason more often than not, and she simply had to accept the fact that Vincent simply had some horrid luck. She rested her chin on her hand, she couldn't even imagine not having an explanation as to why her loved ones had died. At least she had that luxury, as tormenting as it was. She knew why her family was killed, she knew that there had been a reason and it wasn't just a random act of cruelty that the world had one day decided to inflict upon her. She had a reason, and she knew exactly what she had to do to avenge her family's deaths, but Vincent. He had nothing, no reason nor any way to fix and end this sorrow. He would mourn until the end of his days, she was sure, and that seemed so wrong to Kat. She didn't want to think of him as an elderly man, cooped up in the house all alone and sad, left to rot in his own sorrow and loneliness. Salty tears stung at her eyes at the mere thought of it. He didn't deserve it, no one did.
With a huff she threw her body back suddenly, her head meeting with the plush pillows of the bed. She sunk into them comfortably, not remembering the last time she'd gotten to actually sleep in a bed like that. Oh it had been so many years since she'd felt lush silken sheets caress her skin, bathed in the plushness of a well broken in matress. She allowed Luce to unravel himself from her arm, and he curled up beside her, with Jack joining in as well. The trio cuddled close, and as Luce whispered hushed lullabies to her, she finally managed to sink into a deep sleep; her fatigue catching up with her rather quickly. She was soon sound sleep, allowing her tired body to work on healing itself; being able to focus on the injuries rather than the plethora of emotions that constantly bombarded poor Kat's mind while she was awake. And for once, in a very long time, her subconcious was not attacked with nightmares. No fear crept into her mind, not an ounce of urgency gripped her senses; she was lost in a world of nothing but happiness. For once, she frolicked in her dream world, rather than trying to run from the ever terrorizing nightmares.
Seconds, minutes, and hours passed until the sun rose into the sky. Finally Kat stirred from her deep sleep, feeling the warmth of the morning lay gently upon her exposed skin. With a deep breath she stretched her arms out above her head, feeling her shoulders and spine crack comfortably. As she exhaled her brilliant eyes opened, squinting at first to avoid the bright light flooding through her bedroom window. Her eyes adjusted quickly and with that, she pushed herself into a seated position. Wearily she gazed about her room, all was still and silent. It had been a long time since she'd awoken to silence, she'd become accoustomed to the sound of chirping birds, the leaves rustling in the wind as she was greeted to conciousness. But today was different, today she wasn't perched up in a tree sleeping, this beautiful morning she was in a bed, safe. It was an odd feeling, not having to look at her surroundings to make sure she wasn't going to be attacked or ambushed. She almost didn't know what to do with herself, how did she start her day when she didn't have to scout the area? When she didn't have to make sure all her items were there?
She sat in the bed for a few moments, in a stupor of what to do. It was almost nice being able to just relax, to allow her body to wake up naturally, rather than snapping awake in a fearful frenzy. There was not a single drop of cold sweat strolling down her brow, no nightmare to plague her mind. A slight smile gaced her face at the thought of such peace, but she also had to realize it wouldn't last forever. But now wasn't the time to be thinking of such things! Her stomach agreed, butting in with a low growl that made her realize just how hungry she was. With the suggestion of her stomach, she got out of bed and changed her clothes. She moved slowly, her wounds still sore as she was not fully healed yet, but she was doing a whole lot better than the day before. With one final stretch she headed out of her room and bounded down the stairs cheerily. She hoped to maybe get to the kitchen before Vincent. He had been so kind to her, she definitely owed him a good breakfast, and she certainly knew how to cook.
She started cooking a hearty breakfast, feeling almost nostalgic. She hadn't cooked in years, it felt odd to be cooking for someone new, but at the same time it was nice. Unfortunately the nostalgia didn't last that long as she was a very efficient cooker. She laid everything out on the table, setting it as best as she could. It was hard since she didn't know where everything was, but she managed to find suitable tableware after looking for a bit. Satisfied with herself she straightned up and headed up the stairs, going to wake up Vincent. She called out his name a few times quietly, before she reached the top of the stairs. And then she headed over to his room and knocked on the door. After a few second she turned the knob slightly and peeked her head in the door. "Hey, good morning sleepy head! I just wanted to let you know that I made breakfast and it's ready on the table! See you downstairs!" she said cheerily before bounding downstairs.
The C l u e l e s s Assassin I don't k n o w how I should f e e l
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
