| Jan 23, 2014 0:12:13 GMT -5 |
Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2014 0:12:13 GMT -5
I'm an Animal
I wish I could give you my love and my soul,
but inside my chest there is nobody home.
but inside my chest there is nobody home.
The lingering rays of the sun fell at last to a rapidly approaching night. The lavender and rose-coloured sky losing the will to fight against the murky raven hue beginning to stretch across the city. A faint gleam of stars poked their rested heads out, eager and willing to make the sky their canvas once again. Some were dull, barely making their existence known with faint flickers, while others shined brightly as though they’d been a burning flame for centuries. Not ready to bid this life in the sky farewell. Beautiful as the stars above were, it was the moon that won the sky over with her majestic beauty. A sole, pale orb shining down its eerie silver glow on the buildings, baring down on the unsuspecting town with its mighty light.
And she, sole witness to the beauty of this night, was spending her time stowed away in an unfamiliar house. The kitchen was small, cluttered, but clean. Cupboards decorated with intricate designs and stubby ivory handles housed pristine dishes and glasses, even with little light she could make out which were used more than others. The counters were a dark ebony hue, wiped down to perfection so not even a speck of dust could be found; the sink was also very clean. In all, the blonde had a beautiful home, if one wanted to put it that way. Part of her wondered how often he spent his time here if it the rest of it appeared as clean as the kitchen, most of the men she knew could be quite messy. Perhaps it was arrogant of her to suspect all men were filthy pigs, especially one of his caliber. No matter, she wasn't here to admire the cleanliness of the loft. Natalya had a job to do and if she could snoop around a little before the homeowner returned then luck was on her side. Heh, he had impressive possessions, but she supposed that wasn't too surprising considering what he was.
At first the darkness of the home must have deceived her, or else her eyes were confused and dazzled by the recent glare of headlights through uncovered windows. For a minute or two she could made out nothing but dark lumps of furniture, shadows dancing to and fro as she carefully made her way through. Darkness is a strange substance, since it is a sort of mystical material, it doesn't fall under the laws of science, only able to change states by the user. As a whole Darkness is an odd thing. In solid form it's almost completely black aside from a tiny shade of red at the center, like a candle in the dark. When it finds you it's like getting hit by a blade and it will penetrate you to the very core and infect whatever light you used to possess. Suffocating, and eating away at your soul like an acid until nothing of who you used to be remained. In its current form, it acted as a veil, blocking your line of sight until every inch of you was drenched in the same darkness the room possessed. In short, it was irritating.
There was a momentary flare of anger within cerulean optics as she stumbled about the home, easing her way through while her sight continued to adjust. It wasn't soon after this short fit that she found herself in front of what she assumed to be a stairwell judging by the sudden elevation some of the shadowy forms took, as well as an even darker portion of the house. Splendid, perhaps it led to a bedroom, and hopefully she'd have better luck in her search up there then down here.
But something stopped her dead in her tracks, heel freezing on the first step. The approaching footsteps clip-clopped outside, heading closer with each second that ticked by. Not having enough time to make it up the rest of the stairwell without being seen or heard, she quickly backtracked her steps to the nearest, largest piece of furniture to her disposal. A couch. It was better than nothing, and just as the familiar click of a key being jammed into the lock registered in her mind, Nat slowly got down on hands and knees, quickly making it the rest of the way by crawling on the damned floor; silencing herself the moment the door began to creak open.
Tags; #Hello, sweetie. #I hope this is alright, orz, I promise it'll get longer.
Word Count; 735
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And she, sole witness to the beauty of this night, was spending her time stowed away in an unfamiliar house. The kitchen was small, cluttered, but clean. Cupboards decorated with intricate designs and stubby ivory handles housed pristine dishes and glasses, even with little light she could make out which were used more than others. The counters were a dark ebony hue, wiped down to perfection so not even a speck of dust could be found; the sink was also very clean. In all, the blonde had a beautiful home, if one wanted to put it that way. Part of her wondered how often he spent his time here if it the rest of it appeared as clean as the kitchen, most of the men she knew could be quite messy. Perhaps it was arrogant of her to suspect all men were filthy pigs, especially one of his caliber. No matter, she wasn't here to admire the cleanliness of the loft. Natalya had a job to do and if she could snoop around a little before the homeowner returned then luck was on her side. Heh, he had impressive possessions, but she supposed that wasn't too surprising considering what he was.
At first the darkness of the home must have deceived her, or else her eyes were confused and dazzled by the recent glare of headlights through uncovered windows. For a minute or two she could made out nothing but dark lumps of furniture, shadows dancing to and fro as she carefully made her way through. Darkness is a strange substance, since it is a sort of mystical material, it doesn't fall under the laws of science, only able to change states by the user. As a whole Darkness is an odd thing. In solid form it's almost completely black aside from a tiny shade of red at the center, like a candle in the dark. When it finds you it's like getting hit by a blade and it will penetrate you to the very core and infect whatever light you used to possess. Suffocating, and eating away at your soul like an acid until nothing of who you used to be remained. In its current form, it acted as a veil, blocking your line of sight until every inch of you was drenched in the same darkness the room possessed. In short, it was irritating.
There was a momentary flare of anger within cerulean optics as she stumbled about the home, easing her way through while her sight continued to adjust. It wasn't soon after this short fit that she found herself in front of what she assumed to be a stairwell judging by the sudden elevation some of the shadowy forms took, as well as an even darker portion of the house. Splendid, perhaps it led to a bedroom, and hopefully she'd have better luck in her search up there then down here.
But something stopped her dead in her tracks, heel freezing on the first step. The approaching footsteps clip-clopped outside, heading closer with each second that ticked by. Not having enough time to make it up the rest of the stairwell without being seen or heard, she quickly backtracked her steps to the nearest, largest piece of furniture to her disposal. A couch. It was better than nothing, and just as the familiar click of a key being jammed into the lock registered in her mind, Nat slowly got down on hands and knees, quickly making it the rest of the way by crawling on the damned floor; silencing herself the moment the door began to creak open.
Tags; #Hello, sweetie. #I hope this is alright, orz, I promise it'll get longer.
Word Count; 735
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