Who: Lucius and Evienne Where: Lucius' home When: Week 4: late Wednesday night Why: Evie is unable to sleep Warning: TBD
Evienne felt as if she had been laying in bed for hours, unable to succumb to sleep. She had faked it when Lucius had come in, not wanting to be bothered. Though she supposed that a silly thing such as sleep wouldn't stop him if he wanted to do something. But thankfully the witch had simply slid into bed and after a while she could hear his breathing even out. Finally unable to stand it anymore, the girl silently slipped out of the bed, being careful as not to disturb the man next to her. As she made her way downstairs, she wished she had a robe or something to go over the nightgown she was wearing, if it could be called that. It wasn't really needed as the summer night was warm but she felt so exposed. She had never worn anything like this small slip of fabirc while living in the camps. It wasn't really practical and she had certainly put up quite the fight in the store even though she had obviously lost the argument. She did have to admit though that this particular choice was more modest than the others he had chosen.
Reaching the kitchen Evie pulled a glass out of the cupboard and poured herself some water before leaning against the counter. She really hadn't gotten the chance to really explore the house, instead choosing to spend her few days of slavery in Lucius' room. She didn't want to get to know the house or the town. She just wanted to go home, or at least to what was probably left of it. From where she was standing she could see the front door, the simple piece of wood almost mocking her. She had no collar. All she had was the hideous mark on her shoulder that she still had yet to look at. Could it really be as simple as just walking out that door? Biting her lip, her eyes stayed focused on the doorway, becomming lost in her thoughts of freedom,