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Post by tashaeatsworld on Jun 23, 2013 21:31:24 GMT
Edisth rolls out of bed, her eyes blinking slowly to adjust to the bright light streaming in through her bedroom window. She smiles and stretches, her arms reaching for the ceiling. As the redhead moves out of her cream-coloured bedroom, she automatically hums quietly, a new tune popping into her head.
She's alone this morning, and she knows Tessa probably won't be back for a few hours. So, today will be a good day to read and maybe do some laundry and drink cup after cup of tea.
The girl shuffles into the small kitchen, rubbing a palm over her tired eyes. She rustles through the cabinet for her favorite tea, Irish Breakfast. She sets the kettle on, and moves back to her bedroom to change into a pair of teal skinny jeans and a grey and white striped tank top. The willowy girl considers briefly putting her long, wavy hair up, but shakes her head and opts to leave it down but with a sloppy bow in the back today.
As Edisth hears the kettle scream, she dashes out of her room to take it off the burner. She opens the top of her and Tessa's pale yellow tea pot, dropping four tea bags in and filling it to the brim to allow it to steep. The pale girl moves back into her bedroom and kneels down to reach for a pair of grey Vans. She smiles as she slips them on, then walks to her mirror to quickly apply a swipe of dark mascara to her eyes and orange lipstick to her lips. “I suppose I’m in a bright mood today.” She mutters to herself, dabbing at her lower lip with a tissue before adding one more coat.
Edisth looks away from the mirror for a moment as she trails her fingers over the talisman that hangs beside it, a clear amber pendant with a single crack on the inside. She winces slightly, the cold glass a shock to her fingertips. “Brother.” She whispers quietly, before picking up the necklace and placing it over her head. She shakes herself, ignoring the twinge of sadness and walking back out to the kitchen, smiling at the strong, woodsy scent of fresh Irish Breakfast tea. |
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Post by IAIN WYATT WILKINS on Jul 12, 2013 6:31:14 GMT
[style= width: background-color: 101010; 400px; padding-top: 5px; ][style=height:300px; width:380px; background-image:url('http://i.imgur.com/f76WLpd.jpg');] JUST CAN'T WAIT,
[style=width: 380px; text-align: justify; color: acacac; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; line-height: 90%;]Going over to Teresa’s was a normal thing for him now. Before, it had been some strange adventure. The man didn’t like things to change or going off of his schedule. It had always been a sacrifice (well worth sacrifice but one none the less) to go and visit her. She was wonderful and worth his time, but walking over there had been nerve racking for him. As if he was expecting his life to fall into several pieces just by going off the course of his normal routine. Always having to remind himself that he had a good time when he got there, but getting there always made his heart race. Iain hated change. His life was simple and nice the way it was. Nothing troubling with it. Nothing that would suggest he had been abused in his past life. Though he supposed there were plenty of signs that he walked and had shadows following him. That’s why he went to the love of the life. She got rid of those shadows. They passed. She was her sunlight.
Now, it was in his normal routine. Finish with work, go over to hers. In fact, he decided to make things all the more exciting and pick the random days to do so. Well, he had a pattern in his own head, but it appeared like it was random. Iain would not be able to handle random. He also had to over there to say his phone was broken. It had been a complete accident. A phone sailing through the air, into the street, and over by a car had been an interesting story. However, Iain was getting a new phone for free because it had been so long since his last update. Getting one had been a step on itself. When he first got on his own, he was afraid of gaining a phone because he was afraid his father would somehow get ahold of him. However, he had needed one for his work. It had been an issue he could no longer avoid. Cell phones were the current device used for phone calls, and he had to accept that if managed to have a successful business. He already had a hard time because he was a book critic.
So he wasn’t able to tell her he was coming, but in the past, she had been there. Iain wasn’t really the type of person to think perhaps there was something different going on. It didn’t occur to him. With a swift stride, he approached her house, not quite smiling yet. Each and every time, it took him a bit to smile. It wasn’t Iain’s normal face to go ahead and smile at everything. That concept was strange to those who didn’t know him, but he honestly didn’t do it very often. There wasn’t enough to make him that amused. Too much of it made his cheeks hurt. He might as well had a frown that stayed there plastered on his face all the time. However, at that moment, his expression was neither happy nor angry in any manner as he knocked on Teresa’s door. Despite how often he visited and how much it meant to him to visit, he still knew common courtesies. Barging in wasn’t one of those things on his list. He knew that she probably would insist he could just come in, but he would probably never feel comfortable enough. With a sigh, he sometimes wondered what it was about him that made her like him. He clearly wasn’t that pleasant of a person. He took endless patience and was the pickiest man on Earth. Whatever insane idea in her head, he enjoyed it. It was his theory it had to do with her being a fallen angel, but there wasn’t enough evidence for him to test that theory. In fact, it had just been her. Only her. And his dad.
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