After Hours

Sylvie Ciel · 12-18-2010, 05:57 AM

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The silence enveloped silky form in the manner of a light mantle, exercising its grasp upon the pretty woman, but not in any dangerous manner. No, Sylvie breathed easily this time, not confronted with awkward vibes or those of pained kinship, instead left to her own devices beneath the light weight of quiet. The demons of her past clawed at their cages in the back of her silent mind, yearning to depress the usually cheery damsel instead of listen to her present thoughts. Though they pawed, they would not be freed, and so Sylvie continued to think on her good times with Caillen and Alaine, her visits to Ruri and Heath... those meetings she snuck into, and the adventure in the meadow.

So many memories, each a bird of a different species, chittering and chattering away in the home movie projector of her mind. Amethyst eyes watched nothing, hidden behind closed lids and wide scarf, while supple limbs stretched a moment in a luxurious manner. Platinum and cream locks spilled over the sheets beneath and around the scarf blind-fold, chocolate ears twitching ever so slightly. A soft sound, barely a betrayal of anything, reached the silent female. Soft nose gently scented the air in the general vicinity- though Sylvie moved not at all.

She laid there in silence, mentally shaking her head. Perhaps a Hotel resident returning from a walk? Faint tendrils of a familiar scent reached her, prodding at fuzzy thoughts for a reaction. Maybe someone was looking for food? The scarf over her eyes housed the same familiar scent as the one growing ever closer. Perhaps... inhaling sharply, Sylvie analyzed a much greater scent sample, positive this time that it wasn't just the scarf. Her smile faded slightly while the caller's steps resounded not far from her position. Aching lungs filled with the absolute scent of the hybrid male she once could not be separated from. Her door quietly creaked open...

And there he was.

Sylvie could feel his presence taking up the doorway before he said anything. His stifled feelings, the hot gaze dancing over her relaxed form... and then, that single word was all it took to confirm the collie girl's heart-pain. "Caillen!" She said in breathless surprise, sitting straight up from her location on the bed, the scarf falling from her eyes to land softly upon shapely thighs. Watching him a moment longer than she should have, Sylvie surveyed the massive wolfdog for changes. His new scarf was a handsome shade of blue, almost a match to Caillen's own color scheme, though the origins of such were unknown to the moonspun lady. She smiled sheepishly at him a mere moment before violet gems cast themselves down to socked feet. He seemed to be in a decent mood... a facade of a calm, quiet demeanor despite the situation both could feel hanging over them. Caillen had returned from his soul searching endeavors...

But... what did that mean for them?

Their relationship hung in the balance as cocoa and creme damsel seemed to gawk at her toes, awaiting his next sentence, his next phrase, his next word. What would happen to them now? Would they begin calm and simple in their conversation before soon shifting into a raging volcano, at each others throats? Forcing herself to look at him once again, Sylvie locked eyes with the amytal eyed fellow, hoping that maybe, just maybe, things wouldn't come to utter destruction.

Absolute ruin would engulf the Hotel, beginning with Sylvie's own bruised, crinkled heart. Pushed to its limits already, the barely surviving shards of flesh would likely cause the gypsy beauty's demise. Like Alaine before her, Sylvie would fall into a terrible depression, locked in her room until she either died of starvation or was rescued a second time from the brink.

Amethyst gems locked with sapphire facets, and ivory maw split to speak ever so quietly, hinting at a mixture of shyness and concern. "Did... did you find what you were looking for?" She said softly, folding up the scarf that once was his into a neat little bundle on her lap, slender fingers nervously intertwined with the folds of the fabric. The question of all questions. His answer, his full, complete answer, would determine if Sylvie would leave her room the next day.

Or the next week.

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