i know where you sleep

Alaine Winters · 04-09-2011, 03:18 AM

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The old room was a sanctuary for the Winters woman. It had been a kitchen once, but the old furnishings had long since become nondescript and similar in drab nature to all the other chambers of the Chien Hotel. Only the stove remained, a mammoth fireplace in which a cauldron-like pot, chipped and worn, continued to sit on its chalice. It was not the structure of the room that made it so spectacular, but instead the wealth of eclectic items that decorated the bowers and the shelves, every inch of horizontal surface worthy of bearing weight. There were bottles of every size, shape and color, and a menagerie of medical equipment. It truly was Alaine's room - Her previous room had long since become the property of her daughter.

The thought of the girl brought a darkened expression to emerald eyes, as carefully ivory fingers perused the runes that labelled various bottles, ordering them more strictly to her illegible code. She lingered unnecessarily, slowly pacing about the room, dragging her fingertips over brilliant aqua and olive green the a deep, poisonous burgundy of the various glass bottles. She paused before an empty bottle - It was a venomous yellow, cold and hard, and it swallowed the light and split it into shards. The woman's mouth became a grim line.

She heard the commotion when she reached the stairs, and longed to go back to her hoard of bottles. But motherhood demanded her daughter's cried be answered, and with dragging feet Alaine returned to her chamber on the second story. As she neared the door, the Apothecary's sense of dread grew, mingling with the guilt she had become increasingly steeped in during the past weeks. "Stop that noise! I am coming!" Came the sharp bark, and with a sharp wrench the colliewoman pulled open the door.

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