Post by sera on May 6, 2011 18:39:32 GMT -5
Sera was fully aware of the fact that she should be sleeping. In fact, she was consciously aware of this little detail and was consciously avoiding it as well. Sleep hadn’t come to her easily lately, so she was simply avoiding it. Nightmares were the flavor of the week it seemed, which wasn’t all that hard to believe. Especially since she had come “home.” She scoffed at the word. Home, how sad was it that her home was an insane asylum? Some days she thought she aught to be locked up like those she looked over, others she wished herself free of this place. When she was younger she dealt with it for her sisters. They were grown now though, they didn’t need her. She wished to be gone.
Oh, but she knew she’d never be rid of Black Springs. It would haunt her even if she managed to get free.
Lazily Sera stroked a delicate hand down the back of Shadow, her familiar who took the form of an Eqyptian Mau and she could feel the power that shone from him. She offered a rare smile to the familiar. He was so essential, so necessary for her. Such a good boy. He held so much energy because Sera’s tiny body couldn’t hold all the energy she accidently drew into herself everytime she cast a spell. Shadow took it from her with such ease and she owed it to him. So powerful…Sera sighed. She was too powerful and she knew it. It came with consequences of course, like her continual state of nonchalance and neutrality.
Came in handy here at least.
She shook her head and padded down the worn down wooden floors of her house, down the hall. She had been in her room moments before but sleep had tempted her. So she had to do something with her mind. Her old, warm, comfortable house was dark with night, the only sounds that of the old house settling down at night. No one lived with her. And no one dared barge in save for her sisters and one other person. She figured chances were that said person would not approve of her being up at all hours of the night but she didn’t much care. She was a grown woman who could care for herself, thank you.
Tonight found Sera much more laid back appearing than most days saw her. Her usual prim and proper attire was missing, substituted for loose black sweat pants, a black wife beater style tank top and a loose red plaid over shirt. They were remnants from her college days, something her sisters didn’t need to know about. She had an image around here, as much as she hated it.
Coming to her room, her study, she smiled a bit. The back wall, exactly opposite the door, was all windows, with no curtains. It was a hazard safety wise, but she adored sitting in the sunlight or the moonlight, didn’t matter which. One of the many willows that littered her estate sat outside the window and the moons silver glow filtered in through the window, illuminating Shadow who had left her side to leap up on the desk and take his usual spot on the upper right side of her desk. She smiled slightly and walked into the room. Once she got to the middle though, she banished the happiness in favor of…well a thought of her father. Funny how all it took was a thought of him and she had enough anger to wave her hands and light the candles that littered every available spot in the room.
Quickly as it had come, however, she banished it once more to the back of her mind, settling into neutrality. Her trick? She thought of her mother. She didn’t remember much about the woman, but she knew enough that even the mere thought of her, a gentle hand on her shoulder, a kiss on her forehead, a gently murmured voice, it was enough to settle her raging emotions into an instant calm.
Either way, the barefooted woman settled down into her comfy swivel chair, her back to the window wall and the moonlight, and settled back into the one thing that never ended around here. Paperwork. It would help if her sisters would perhaps take on a bit of their own but she didn’t even try to fight that argument again. She knew she would just take it herself anyway, convinced they wouldn’t do it right. The teens were her responsibility, somehow, so of course, she always found herself working on theirs first.
The paperwork was endless, never ending, and most times simply boring. Shrink’s reports of their patience behavior. Warden’s reports of the Invitus. Letters from concerned co-workers, parents, siblings, etc about their loved ones. It never ended. It kept coming and coming and it all started to sound the same after a while.
She had been working for a good hour when out of the corner of her eye she saw Shadow sit up from where he had been once curled in the corner of her desk. Someone was in her home. She frowned a bit, but Shadow went back to curling up on her desk, sensing no threat to his mistress. She trusted him to inform her if it was otherwise…and went right on back to her paperwork. It was a boring job but she had to do it, no one else would. And whoever it was coming into her home…well they better have a good reason for approaching the most secluded of the Blake Sisters.
Words: 973
Muse: Epical, a rarity with her
Outfit: Here!
Oh, but she knew she’d never be rid of Black Springs. It would haunt her even if she managed to get free.
Lazily Sera stroked a delicate hand down the back of Shadow, her familiar who took the form of an Eqyptian Mau and she could feel the power that shone from him. She offered a rare smile to the familiar. He was so essential, so necessary for her. Such a good boy. He held so much energy because Sera’s tiny body couldn’t hold all the energy she accidently drew into herself everytime she cast a spell. Shadow took it from her with such ease and she owed it to him. So powerful…Sera sighed. She was too powerful and she knew it. It came with consequences of course, like her continual state of nonchalance and neutrality.
Came in handy here at least.
She shook her head and padded down the worn down wooden floors of her house, down the hall. She had been in her room moments before but sleep had tempted her. So she had to do something with her mind. Her old, warm, comfortable house was dark with night, the only sounds that of the old house settling down at night. No one lived with her. And no one dared barge in save for her sisters and one other person. She figured chances were that said person would not approve of her being up at all hours of the night but she didn’t much care. She was a grown woman who could care for herself, thank you.
Tonight found Sera much more laid back appearing than most days saw her. Her usual prim and proper attire was missing, substituted for loose black sweat pants, a black wife beater style tank top and a loose red plaid over shirt. They were remnants from her college days, something her sisters didn’t need to know about. She had an image around here, as much as she hated it.
Coming to her room, her study, she smiled a bit. The back wall, exactly opposite the door, was all windows, with no curtains. It was a hazard safety wise, but she adored sitting in the sunlight or the moonlight, didn’t matter which. One of the many willows that littered her estate sat outside the window and the moons silver glow filtered in through the window, illuminating Shadow who had left her side to leap up on the desk and take his usual spot on the upper right side of her desk. She smiled slightly and walked into the room. Once she got to the middle though, she banished the happiness in favor of…well a thought of her father. Funny how all it took was a thought of him and she had enough anger to wave her hands and light the candles that littered every available spot in the room.
Quickly as it had come, however, she banished it once more to the back of her mind, settling into neutrality. Her trick? She thought of her mother. She didn’t remember much about the woman, but she knew enough that even the mere thought of her, a gentle hand on her shoulder, a kiss on her forehead, a gently murmured voice, it was enough to settle her raging emotions into an instant calm.
Either way, the barefooted woman settled down into her comfy swivel chair, her back to the window wall and the moonlight, and settled back into the one thing that never ended around here. Paperwork. It would help if her sisters would perhaps take on a bit of their own but she didn’t even try to fight that argument again. She knew she would just take it herself anyway, convinced they wouldn’t do it right. The teens were her responsibility, somehow, so of course, she always found herself working on theirs first.
The paperwork was endless, never ending, and most times simply boring. Shrink’s reports of their patience behavior. Warden’s reports of the Invitus. Letters from concerned co-workers, parents, siblings, etc about their loved ones. It never ended. It kept coming and coming and it all started to sound the same after a while.
She had been working for a good hour when out of the corner of her eye she saw Shadow sit up from where he had been once curled in the corner of her desk. Someone was in her home. She frowned a bit, but Shadow went back to curling up on her desk, sensing no threat to his mistress. She trusted him to inform her if it was otherwise…and went right on back to her paperwork. It was a boring job but she had to do it, no one else would. And whoever it was coming into her home…well they better have a good reason for approaching the most secluded of the Blake Sisters.
Words: 973
Muse: Epical, a rarity with her
Outfit: Here!