Post by ARALENNE CORINNE RIDER on Jul 27, 2013 8:07:40 GMT
i am floating away lost in a silent ballet
i'm dreaming you're out in the blue
Mornings were never a problem for Aralenne. It wasn't that she was a morning person, who rose whenever the sun shone through her window and birds began to tweet. No, it was rather the fact that she did not need to sleep, and only did so whenever she had to. Sleep in her opinion, was a complete waste of time. It was for the weak, and it left her ridiculously vulnerable to whatsoever attack that would come her way. The thing was, whenever she had to sleep, she would be completely unconscious to the world until the very next day, and would be oblivious to anything that happened to her. She would go for days without rest, doing whatever she wanted to do into the wee hours of the morning, and continuing on forth even after the sun had already long risen. It was only when her body began to protest did she allow herself sleep, but until then, she had always been a soldier. Old habits died hard after all.
She hadn't slept since three nights ago, having continuously tried out every single common human hobby in existence, Such things included knitting and drawing, both skills in which she had managed to have an affinity for in the past week. Her efforts had been continuous, even managing to distract her from her thoughts of conquering the world for a while because she had been that curious. Now that she was on earth, Aralenne figured that she should find ways to pass the time instead of wandering around and ruthlessly killing everything she saw. The latter hobby would put a damper on her plans, and she knew full well that despite her skills, she would be killed by other angels in no time. The blonde had never been the type to take her enemies lightly, and had no inclination to start now. Yet, she knew that with Gideon on her side, they would be on their knees eventually.
Following a typical human norm that involved getting coffee in the morning, Aralenne wasted no time in heading towards the nearest coffee shop she saw. Her brows furrowed at the strange shop name, and she wondered why of all names a shop would be called after beans that were...being steamed. The fallen took the initiative to even try figuring out, but unable to see the joke, she shrugged and walked in. Her green eyes blinked in puzzlement at the menu of the variety of coffee that the shop had to offer, and after several angry groans which erupted behind her when she took her time ordering, she finally decided to allow the barista to make her whatever se wanted.
The fallen frowned at the cup of black coffee in front of her, even going as far as to dip a finger into the steaming liquid and stare at it. She was supposed to drink this? Since she had nothing else to do for the time being, Aralenne raised the cup to her lips and took a small sip. Her brows furrowed at the strange taste, and shrugging, she downed the whole thing down. The boiling coffee hardly affected her or her throat in any way, and deciding that she liked it, she was already contemplating on ordering another one. Aralenne glanced lazily out the window beside her, watching the world pass by. She sat perfectly still, her eyes unblinking, and would have passed off as a doll had it not for been the occasional shift in her posture.
She hadn't slept since three nights ago, having continuously tried out every single common human hobby in existence, Such things included knitting and drawing, both skills in which she had managed to have an affinity for in the past week. Her efforts had been continuous, even managing to distract her from her thoughts of conquering the world for a while because she had been that curious. Now that she was on earth, Aralenne figured that she should find ways to pass the time instead of wandering around and ruthlessly killing everything she saw. The latter hobby would put a damper on her plans, and she knew full well that despite her skills, she would be killed by other angels in no time. The blonde had never been the type to take her enemies lightly, and had no inclination to start now. Yet, she knew that with Gideon on her side, they would be on their knees eventually.
Following a typical human norm that involved getting coffee in the morning, Aralenne wasted no time in heading towards the nearest coffee shop she saw. Her brows furrowed at the strange shop name, and she wondered why of all names a shop would be called after beans that were...being steamed. The fallen took the initiative to even try figuring out, but unable to see the joke, she shrugged and walked in. Her green eyes blinked in puzzlement at the menu of the variety of coffee that the shop had to offer, and after several angry groans which erupted behind her when she took her time ordering, she finally decided to allow the barista to make her whatever se wanted.
The fallen frowned at the cup of black coffee in front of her, even going as far as to dip a finger into the steaming liquid and stare at it. She was supposed to drink this? Since she had nothing else to do for the time being, Aralenne raised the cup to her lips and took a small sip. Her brows furrowed at the strange taste, and shrugging, she downed the whole thing down. The boiling coffee hardly affected her or her throat in any way, and deciding that she liked it, she was already contemplating on ordering another one. Aralenne glanced lazily out the window beside her, watching the world pass by. She sat perfectly still, her eyes unblinking, and would have passed off as a doll had it not for been the occasional shift in her posture.
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