1 A Fresh Start: Part 2 [Lucifer, or Invite Only] Mon Oct 30, 2017 9:43 am
Lilith Morningstar
D-rank
She glanced up as the door to the apartment opened, half expecting the big brute of a bastard to be standing in it after having caught a second wind, thankfully though it was just her twin whom promptly resumed doing exactly what she was: devouring the liquid black gold that was their cups of coffee. It was at that point though, upon watching her brother return to his coffee, that she’d notice his crimson eyes, eyebrows raising in curiosity and head tilting to the right side. “Brother… your eyes…”, she spoke softly, as if perhaps anything above a whisper was dangerous – then again, this was her normal speaking voice when she bothered speaking at all, at least when she wasn’t absolutely enraged and going off on someone: something that was entirely rare for the willowy female. After making the comment about her twin’s eyes she glanced across the way to the mirror that lined the far wall (done so as a means of making the apartment look more spacious, or so she figured was the landlords intent) to find that her own orbs were crimson as well with a single mark within them. She put down her coffee cup slowly onto the table though her hands remained wrapped around its warmth, frowning in a thoughtful manner. She knew of eyes like these: they belonged to the Uchiha clan: but she had never really thought about them more than that. In fact, considering the way the majority of their family had shunned them she had never really considered herself a Uchiha at all – simply a Morningstar. But these eyes… there was no mistaking them.
“After everything we’ve gone through, this is what it took?”, she commented in her usual soft voice. It would seem so silly that her raging out on some brute for beating his wife and him in return trying to strike her would be what caused her to pop her first tomoe, but then again perhaps they had awakened before and neither twin had simply noticed? Considering the things that had been done to them, the things that they had been put through, it was anyone’s guess really. Turning away from her reflection she glanced back over to the stove where the food was still merrily cooking away as if nothing strange or out of the ordinary had happened at all. Getting up Lilith headed back into the kitchen to finish breakfast, feeling the tickle in the back of her throat that announced a coughing fit was likely to occur – she had been so tired, and then had raged out so hard, she hadn’t entertained the idea at all that she was still feeling a bit under the weather from the flu she had caught.
Lilith was still feeling a bit under the weather from the sudden flu she had been smacked with damn near a week ago: add in everything else that had been going on, and she was back to feeling like crap. Which, was precisely why even though it was only about seven o'clock in the morning she was already awake and in the kitchen with sausage and bacon sizzling away on the stove – well, that and the nightmares she had been plagued with that kept her from getting an actual restful slumber the night before - well, more food, considering the last bit she had cooked wasn't enough to fill her gut. An omelet was in the works in another pan: a huge one stuffed with ham, cheese, and other delicious items to enhance its flavor. In the oven were biscuits: the fluffy delicious kind that were good to eat completely plain or smothered with jams or butter. There was also hash browns waiting to be thrown in as soon as the biscuits were completed.
The timer above the stove dinged, and before it could really get loud she reached over and shut it off – she didn't know if the next door neighbors (the ones on the other side of her twin and her) were still sleeping and didn't want to wake them if they were. Once the timer was off she pulled the biscuits out of the oven with a nearby pot holder and placed the tray on top of the stove to cool while she slipped the hash browns in and closed the oven door once more.
As Lilith began to feel the particular tickle in her throat that announced a coughing fit she turned her head away from the food and coughed into her arm: violently. She held back as much as she could, hoping not to be too noisy with it, but it was a lost cause.
“Ugh...” All of the other flu-like symptoms she had had were gone, and her cough would have been too, but she had simply pushed herself too hard and all of the yelling she had just done had not helped matters any at all. Of course, she wouldn't change a moment of it or complain – her neighbor had needed her and she had stepped up to the plate. It was her duty after all: she wasn’t a superhero by any means nor did she have a hero complex but she wasn’t the type of person to sit back and watch others be bullied and suffer if she could do something to stop it. Lilith reached above her to a cabinet and pulled down a glass before going over the refrigerator and opening it: she removed the orange juice and started to pour herself a glass, holding back another coughing fit as she did so. The orange juice was sipped and she returned to the stove.
Before she could do anything however she found herself unable to stop the next violent coughing fit that was begging to start up she handed over the cooking utensils to her twin without any hesitation - she assumed he would want them anyway - only to double over a moment later and let the coughing fit roll through her – there was no point in holding back any longer, and honestly she knew it would only make it worse to try. This one thankfully didn't last as long as the last and within about ten seconds it was over – with tears brimming around Lilith’s eyes from the sheer force of it. She reached up with a frown, using the back of her hand to remove the tears while she went over to one of the stools on the other side of the counter and took a seat. She leaned forward on the counter with her elbows, trying to ignore the urge to cough again.
"I hope I didn't wake you up. I couldn't sleep since I was coughing so much, so I figured I might as well try and make breakfast... “, she would state before resting her head against the coolness of the kitchen counter in front of her.
Word Count: 1,135
“After everything we’ve gone through, this is what it took?”, she commented in her usual soft voice. It would seem so silly that her raging out on some brute for beating his wife and him in return trying to strike her would be what caused her to pop her first tomoe, but then again perhaps they had awakened before and neither twin had simply noticed? Considering the things that had been done to them, the things that they had been put through, it was anyone’s guess really. Turning away from her reflection she glanced back over to the stove where the food was still merrily cooking away as if nothing strange or out of the ordinary had happened at all. Getting up Lilith headed back into the kitchen to finish breakfast, feeling the tickle in the back of her throat that announced a coughing fit was likely to occur – she had been so tired, and then had raged out so hard, she hadn’t entertained the idea at all that she was still feeling a bit under the weather from the flu she had caught.
Lilith was still feeling a bit under the weather from the sudden flu she had been smacked with damn near a week ago: add in everything else that had been going on, and she was back to feeling like crap. Which, was precisely why even though it was only about seven o'clock in the morning she was already awake and in the kitchen with sausage and bacon sizzling away on the stove – well, that and the nightmares she had been plagued with that kept her from getting an actual restful slumber the night before - well, more food, considering the last bit she had cooked wasn't enough to fill her gut. An omelet was in the works in another pan: a huge one stuffed with ham, cheese, and other delicious items to enhance its flavor. In the oven were biscuits: the fluffy delicious kind that were good to eat completely plain or smothered with jams or butter. There was also hash browns waiting to be thrown in as soon as the biscuits were completed.
The timer above the stove dinged, and before it could really get loud she reached over and shut it off – she didn't know if the next door neighbors (the ones on the other side of her twin and her) were still sleeping and didn't want to wake them if they were. Once the timer was off she pulled the biscuits out of the oven with a nearby pot holder and placed the tray on top of the stove to cool while she slipped the hash browns in and closed the oven door once more.
As Lilith began to feel the particular tickle in her throat that announced a coughing fit she turned her head away from the food and coughed into her arm: violently. She held back as much as she could, hoping not to be too noisy with it, but it was a lost cause.
“Ugh...” All of the other flu-like symptoms she had had were gone, and her cough would have been too, but she had simply pushed herself too hard and all of the yelling she had just done had not helped matters any at all. Of course, she wouldn't change a moment of it or complain – her neighbor had needed her and she had stepped up to the plate. It was her duty after all: she wasn’t a superhero by any means nor did she have a hero complex but she wasn’t the type of person to sit back and watch others be bullied and suffer if she could do something to stop it. Lilith reached above her to a cabinet and pulled down a glass before going over the refrigerator and opening it: she removed the orange juice and started to pour herself a glass, holding back another coughing fit as she did so. The orange juice was sipped and she returned to the stove.
Before she could do anything however she found herself unable to stop the next violent coughing fit that was begging to start up she handed over the cooking utensils to her twin without any hesitation - she assumed he would want them anyway - only to double over a moment later and let the coughing fit roll through her – there was no point in holding back any longer, and honestly she knew it would only make it worse to try. This one thankfully didn't last as long as the last and within about ten seconds it was over – with tears brimming around Lilith’s eyes from the sheer force of it. She reached up with a frown, using the back of her hand to remove the tears while she went over to one of the stools on the other side of the counter and took a seat. She leaned forward on the counter with her elbows, trying to ignore the urge to cough again.
"I hope I didn't wake you up. I couldn't sleep since I was coughing so much, so I figured I might as well try and make breakfast... “, she would state before resting her head against the coolness of the kitchen counter in front of her.
Word Count: 1,135