|Svetlana Galina Artemyeva | Светлана Артемьева (nemophilist) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2013-06-20 19:54:00
|Entry tags:||azrael, svetlana artemyeva|
WHO: Svetlana and Azrael
WHAT: Bonding times
WHEN: Thursday evening
WHERE: Azrael's house
She had been living with Azrael nearly a week and like he promised, he had never been unkind to her. Svetlana still didn't necessarily feel comfortable in his home, but it wasn't through any fault of his. It was hard to settle in when you knew you had essentially been forced into someone's house without their knowledge or approval. She didn't know what he was going to do or what was going to happen to her, but she appreciated, at least, that he had been nice.
What she had to do, she decided, was make it so that he wanted to keep her around. She was worried every day that Vlad Tepes might send someone to check up on her and find out she wasn't yet married, though she could explain they were working towards it. She could stall. And in the meantime, she would do everything in her power to ensure Azrael decided to let her stay. It was the nicest place she had ever lived. She had great food to eat and it was warm and comfortable.
It had Netflix.
There was no way she wanted to leave.
When Azrael entered his home, Svetlana jumped up to greet him. She had been finishing off an episode of The Simpsons, but in between watching, she had been baking. All day long. The kitchen was now filled with delicious bread and muffins and other assorted items she hoped he would enjoy.
"Hello!" she said cheerfully. "I cooked!"