I slit the throat of your confidence

Silas Agata · 02-02-2011, 03:10 PM

This is set for the late afternoon of February 5th, before the snowstorm is apparent.
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Outside it was snowing again; the soft curtain of white falling peacefully to join the blanket that already coated the ground below. Silas peered out the unbroken glad of the dirty window pane in his room. The places where the grass was no longer intact had been stuffed with scraps of thick material to prevent the cold air from finding its way inside easily. The snow had been falling for over a month now, off and on whenever it so chose. Looking outside, with the sun hidden behind the mess of grey and white, there was no way of knowing what was in store for Nova Scotia. There was no way of knowing that this snow would not stop or that the wind would pick up. In fact, for now it looked rather peaceful outside. If not for the cold, Silas would have probably ventured out just to merely be in the wintery wonderland.

As it was, he would spend the rest of the evening in the comfort of his room in the mansion. The young Vigilies had gone scavenging and rounded up a few armfuls of blankets to add to his room. The building had grown cold at night, especially on the second floor. Even with warm fires burning in the fireplace of the main rooms below, Silas would find his frame shivering late in the night when the temperature dipped below freezing.

Moving away from the window, Silas skirted by the four-poster bed and made his way to the chest tucked in one corner of the room. It was here where he had tossed the blankets after collecting them, and now he pulled them free and tossed them at his empty bed, the Russian flag hung on the wall flapping gently as the rush of air drifted by. He rose to straighten the nest of blankets on the bed so that they were flat and covered the mattress. At night they would surely become tangled as Silas tossed in his sleep, but at least for now if gave his room the appearance of being tidy. When he was done with this chore, he grabbed one of the remaining blankets and made his way into the hallway.

Things had been… well, strange lately. However, his feelings had not changed. Any hesitation that had died away during that night a few months ago had easily risen back up. There was no doubt in his heart what he felt for the cream colored girl, but the young Vigilies did not want to ruin things. It was obvious he had been hasty and acted on impulse. The Russian needed to think his actions out more clearly. He found himself hesitating for only a second as Silas raised a fist to knock on the Inferni princess’ door. He had no idea if she was around, but he figured he’d offered the blanket in his arms to her so that she would not freeze at night. Silas could not possibly of known what was in store for them in the coming hours of the storm.

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