11-24-2009, 11:35 PM
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The Trenches, just like her mood, were quite somber for a late November morning. It was approximatively nine o'clock, a time when the sun should've at least been showing signs of existence. And thus far, such a thing seemed practically inconceivable. Under normal circumstances, this would've disturbed the golden-hued female. But a few clouds, no matter how dark and ominous, were nothing compared to the heap of problems that would surely befall her within the next few days. She hadn't strayed this far south in quite some time. Crimson Dreams was as far as she normally went, although it had been a little while since she'd visited the Commander. Alexey had toyed with the idea, weighing the pros and cons of confiding in her italian friend. Savina was a kindred soul, a lady worthy of everyone's trust. Many times before, the Koios femme had gone to her for help. But this time, things weren't as simple.
Although Savina wasn't one to judge, Alexey feared that her story was enough to destroy their friendship. Not many people would understand how Dahlia de Mai's very own caregiver had gotten intimate with her protégé. Granted, she hadn't been the one to initiate any kind of physical contact; that's not what made her a monster. The feelings she'd experienced during the act were what made her condemnable. How terribly wrong this was. Honey-hued eyes drifted along with the current below, watching intently as the rolling waves crashed against eroded boulders. It was a long way down, she reckoned. The Acer sat atop the highest cliff, forcing herself to muse over trivial things in hopes of forgetting her dilemma. Being away from him did help, but Lexey wasn't one to run from her problems. Although she had no intention of avoiding this, the Caregiver had every intention of resigning from her co-rank; the first step to redemption.
The Trenches, just like her mood, were quite somber for a late November morning. It was approximatively nine o'clock, a time when the sun should've at least been showing signs of existence. And thus far, such a thing seemed practically inconceivable. Under normal circumstances, this would've disturbed the golden-hued female. But a few clouds, no matter how dark and ominous, were nothing compared to the heap of problems that would surely befall her within the next few days. She hadn't strayed this far south in quite some time. Crimson Dreams was as far as she normally went, although it had been a little while since she'd visited the Commander. Alexey had toyed with the idea, weighing the pros and cons of confiding in her italian friend. Savina was a kindred soul, a lady worthy of everyone's trust. Many times before, the Koios femme had gone to her for help. But this time, things weren't as simple.
Although Savina wasn't one to judge, Alexey feared that her story was enough to destroy their friendship. Not many people would understand how Dahlia de Mai's very own caregiver had gotten intimate with her protégé. Granted, she hadn't been the one to initiate any kind of physical contact; that's not what made her a monster. The feelings she'd experienced during the act were what made her condemnable. How terribly wrong this was. Honey-hued eyes drifted along with the current below, watching intently as the rolling waves crashed against eroded boulders. It was a long way down, she reckoned. The Acer sat atop the highest cliff, forcing herself to muse over trivial things in hopes of forgetting her dilemma. Being away from him did help, but Lexey wasn't one to run from her problems. Although she had no intention of avoiding this, the Caregiver had every intention of resigning from her co-rank; the first step to redemption.