1 Just Another Morning [Serah | Invite Only | No Kill | Private] Sat May 14, 2016 4:13 am
Aqua
D-rank
Light.
Blink.
Light.
And with that, Aqua was half-awake, staring at the white ceiling of their room. A part of her head ached, calling out to her to fall back asleep and let drowsiness take command of her consciousness once more. Her right hand moved to rub at her eyes, fighting the grogginess that tugged at every one of her senses, before cold, hard discipline kicked in and she lifted herself into a sitting position with her left hand. Her eyes closed, in quick meditation for a twelfth of a minute, before snapping open and taking stock of her surroundings.
White walls. Beige floorboards, polished and laminated. White blankets fashionably designed with the occasional orange, thick but light, over her legs and covering her front as she welcomed the wake. She blinked her eyes twice more to get the sleep out of her system and to focus her sight, adjusting it to the level of light pouring in gradually from the rising sun through the bedroom window, split into sixteen rays by the black plastic frames.
Massaging her forehead once more to force out some of the alcohol from last night, she quietly but smoothly slipped out from underneath the blankets, taking great care to avoid rousing the sleeping form of her younger sister, pink hair untied and splayed over the pillow like a second casing. Aqua’s lips curved up into a gentle smile, affection bubbling in her chest, before standing from the edge of the bed, firmly stretching both arms above her head and hearing the silent snap of her back.
The walk around the bed to their shared bedroom was quick, with her feet making no noise against the floor lest her sister stir from the slightest of sounds, and the blunette went through her daily morning routine, freshening up against the bathroom mirror even if it was the weekend. Stepping out refreshed, she returned to her side of the room and dug underneath the bed, sliding out a drawer containing the few simple wears she kept for herself, each pair washed and dried in quick succession to make up for her lack of an abundance of wear.
Slipping on the form-fitting outfit took her no time at all, and she stepped out of their bathroom into the living room, where she removed the blinds to the balcony. The orange glow of sunrise greeted her over the horizon, creeping up into the blue sky from behind the mountains to the east, amidst a blanket of green trees illuminated by the sun’s warm glow. The morning air, damp from the night with the slightly sweet scent of dew filled her nostrils with each inhale.
She would enjoy the morning air for a slight bit longer, before she left to prepare breakfast for two. As she did so, she walked past Rainfell, leaning against the counter facing the balcony, its sleek appearance memorable of the first time Aqua had held it so naturally in her hand, adapting to its unorthodox appearance as a blade and fending off Matsu’s flames. The sight of it, shining against the sun, reminded her she had an appointment with her team in the morning as well, like she always did.
The girl picked Rainfell up by the handle, holding it point-down as its sharp edge scraped against the marble counter, leaving no marks but creating a half-scrape-half-screech as she did so. Swinging it upright, she admired its beauty in the rays of the sun, before setting it down on the living room table to properly focus on her task of preparing a meal for both her and her sister in preparation of yet another big day.
WC: 620
Blink.
Light.
And with that, Aqua was half-awake, staring at the white ceiling of their room. A part of her head ached, calling out to her to fall back asleep and let drowsiness take command of her consciousness once more. Her right hand moved to rub at her eyes, fighting the grogginess that tugged at every one of her senses, before cold, hard discipline kicked in and she lifted herself into a sitting position with her left hand. Her eyes closed, in quick meditation for a twelfth of a minute, before snapping open and taking stock of her surroundings.
White walls. Beige floorboards, polished and laminated. White blankets fashionably designed with the occasional orange, thick but light, over her legs and covering her front as she welcomed the wake. She blinked her eyes twice more to get the sleep out of her system and to focus her sight, adjusting it to the level of light pouring in gradually from the rising sun through the bedroom window, split into sixteen rays by the black plastic frames.
Massaging her forehead once more to force out some of the alcohol from last night, she quietly but smoothly slipped out from underneath the blankets, taking great care to avoid rousing the sleeping form of her younger sister, pink hair untied and splayed over the pillow like a second casing. Aqua’s lips curved up into a gentle smile, affection bubbling in her chest, before standing from the edge of the bed, firmly stretching both arms above her head and hearing the silent snap of her back.
The walk around the bed to their shared bedroom was quick, with her feet making no noise against the floor lest her sister stir from the slightest of sounds, and the blunette went through her daily morning routine, freshening up against the bathroom mirror even if it was the weekend. Stepping out refreshed, she returned to her side of the room and dug underneath the bed, sliding out a drawer containing the few simple wears she kept for herself, each pair washed and dried in quick succession to make up for her lack of an abundance of wear.
Slipping on the form-fitting outfit took her no time at all, and she stepped out of their bathroom into the living room, where she removed the blinds to the balcony. The orange glow of sunrise greeted her over the horizon, creeping up into the blue sky from behind the mountains to the east, amidst a blanket of green trees illuminated by the sun’s warm glow. The morning air, damp from the night with the slightly sweet scent of dew filled her nostrils with each inhale.
She would enjoy the morning air for a slight bit longer, before she left to prepare breakfast for two. As she did so, she walked past Rainfell, leaning against the counter facing the balcony, its sleek appearance memorable of the first time Aqua had held it so naturally in her hand, adapting to its unorthodox appearance as a blade and fending off Matsu’s flames. The sight of it, shining against the sun, reminded her she had an appointment with her team in the morning as well, like she always did.
The girl picked Rainfell up by the handle, holding it point-down as its sharp edge scraped against the marble counter, leaving no marks but creating a half-scrape-half-screech as she did so. Swinging it upright, she admired its beauty in the rays of the sun, before setting it down on the living room table to properly focus on her task of preparing a meal for both her and her sister in preparation of yet another big day.
WC: 620