Reflection

Aoves · 10-14-2012, 01:42 AM

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It's fine! And sorry about the length, don't even worry about matching D:

The day found Aoves resting in the solitude of her adopted first room, its scenery tailored to her liking as much as resources allowed. The portrait depicting crimson tears was propped against the darker corner of the room, the shadow accompanied its ominous message quiet well, and artful eyes found it to be a fitting space. Almost all of her time had been spent indoors; even now her eyes trailed over the lines in the ceiling, counting out the marks in mumbled French.

It was a poor excuse for an activity, and her mind swiftly realized this and began to wander to other thoughts: she wondered how thoroughly she was adopting the scents of the house and Harvey, and if traces of her own natural perfume had yet woven her identity throughout the dwelling. Working hands certainly had; human household artifacts had been wiped, dusted, and aesthetically rearranged to the full extent of her allowance to do so.

The care she took in doing so only increased after noticing Harvey’s involvement, she assuming that by him participating, the male must have been dissatisfied with her work. And so, through their combined efforts, she found herself with little left to do. The woman tried to avoid going up stairs, she had made a note to repay him in the future, but there few other luxuries she could offer him in her current state.

For that exact reason had she taken the 1st floor bedroom, and spent much her time in it as she did in that moment - light eyes rolling lazily as her bored mind traced the lines above. She didn’t even need to hear the rain to know that the skies were still weeping buckets of their frigid tears. The tapping of the water had long since become a monotonous entity, a numbing drone that luckily could be blocked with a flick of a mental switch. Mental focus diverted to a different channel, instead focusing the sound that drummed in the intricate chambers within her ears. Hardly a surprise, it was still raining.

The delicate cartilage also detected another sound though, and one far more welcome - the familiar footsteps of her housemate heading down the stairs. She rolled out of bed and snuck to the door, and, still trying to remain in secrecy, poked her head past the frame just in time to see him descend to the couch. Even in the shade of the unlit room, she could see his slightly less-than-energetic expression.

The woman left the seclusion of her room to sidle gingerly towards him, lowering to her knees at the arm of the couch once she was there. She crossed her arms over the plush outer cushion, head lowering to rest upon crossed arms whilst smiling endearingly at the male, her teasing murmur soft as though not to shatter the peace of a sleeper at rest. “Tsk tsk tsk, the king of ‘is domain should not sound like ‘e is so drained. What could be the cause of this, I wonder? All that energy spent ruling over your tenants with a ‘eavy ‘and, per’aps?”

A muted chuckle accompanied the joke; in fact, the dame felt that she had put more strain on him with her presence, instead of it being the other way around. The ‘tenants’ was a bit of a stretch too she supposed, besides her, their company was shared maybe by a few spiders and their insect prey. Despite this, she presented him the most sympathetic expression her canid face could muster, theatrically wide eyes peering through the roots her lashes, and eyebrows pricked gently in mock distress. An amused grin overcame what was supposed to be a frown though, and she was clearly pleased with the jest.

Company always inspired her to sharpen her wit, and she was simply grateful for an excuse to leave the dull solitude of her room. Though she may have questioned the scarred fellow teasingly, it was her full intent to know what was going on in his head, she just hoped she'd voiced her curiosity without alluding to the fact. He always seemed willing to talk, a trait that she greatly appreciated, and besides that, she simply enjoyed the foreign tones of his voice. Aoves likely would have lost her mind in company like her own; frustratingly veiled confessions hidden behind quiet thought. No, those who had the courtesy to speak their mind were far better company, at least to her.

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