Writings of Sable
Awakening
Sable
awoke slowly, her hands reaching above her head in a languid stretch. Her
eyes drift open lazily, slightly clouded from the dreams that had permeated
her sleep. She pushed the quilts back and stood up, stepping onto
the cool wood floors of the Manor library. As she stretched out the kinks
in her neck, Sable ruminated on the antics of the night before. A smile
played across her lips as she thought of meeting Fate and Archer’s apology.
Fate was quite an intriguing character and quite different from Sable’s
preconceived notions of an Incarnation.
She left the library, her bare feet silent on the floorboards as she made
her way up the stairs, through the decorated halls and into her suite.
The spacious bathroom was her goal as she struggled to wrest her mind from
the thought of another hour snuggled into warm blankets.
Sable peeled her shirt off and ducked into the shower. Her mind cleared
quickly as the jets of hot water pulsed onto her body. She ran over her
schedule for the day as she toweled off, "God I need a haircut." she murmured
to herself. A frown marred her face as she swept her fingers through the
dark mane, indulging in a purely feminine grimace as she watched the ragged
ends fall past her shoulders.
"Hmm . . . bullets," her words almost a sigh as she remembered how her
arsenal had become depleted due to the missions she had indulged in while
in Seattle. Sable had neglected her weapons awfully while in Seattle, too
caught up in the drama to pay proper attention to her weapons.
Deliberately, she erased those thoughts from her mind. There was no point
in brooding on or regretting things that could not be. With a quick shake
of her head, she banished the memory of green eyes that had followed her
into sleep and lingered long after.
Leaving
A fleeting thought caused a brilliant smile to light her face and paused
her in the act of easing black jeans up over her hips. She had toyed with
the idea of buying a car recently. Today would be the perfect day for that.
Driving the prime, sleek vehicles belonging to Archer had raised an itch
for ownership in her fingers and envy in her heart. She needed a ride of
her own.
Sable pulled a black t-shirt over her head, shaking her hair back as she
bent to scoop a coat off the floor. She shrugged on the black jacket and
tucked her feet into her boots as she walked out the door, her bag, packed
with various weapons held on one finger swung over her shoulder. She would
pick up one of Archer's cars on the way out. It always cleared her mind
to drive fast and one of those sexy cars would do the job well.
Her boots made soft sounds on the wood floors as she walked down the stairs.
There was no one around, she noticed, as her eyes glanced around the hall.
Everith had probably taken off already. A fond smile crossed Sable's face
as she thought of Eve. That girl was quite a character.
Sable opened the front door, after plucking keys from the side
table. The Diablo would be the one to drive today. A cheerful
smile played over her face as Sable walked into the garage, a
hand gliding slowly over the slick painted steel of the car. |
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