mary macdonald (soshallitbe) wrote in uprisingrpg, @ 2011-06-13 01:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | hestia jones |
Who: Hestia Jones
What: Coming home
Where: Her own place
When: Sunday
Status: Complete ; Narrative.
As much as Hestia was sad that everything had happened, she was just glad to be home. Really home, in her own stupid bed. In fact the moment that she had finally packed up her things from the safe house and gotten to her own house, she practically fell in her own bed. Of course she put up all the wards she could, and left the house a mess like it practically was. After that, she literally fell into her bed and fell asleep for a couple of hours. It was nice, sleeping in her own bed. She missed her bed so very much. When she got up, she started kissing all of her furniture, because she had missed it so.
A little while later she started to clean up. It was done pretty quickly thanks to all the magic. Of course she would have to go check up on Gilbert sooner rather than later. But for a little while, she just sat in the quiet and let the fact that she was home sink in. She didn't have to run anymore. Perhaps she would have her job back. She'd have her life back. It all was a little overwhelming, and for a moment she cried. Because she was safe, because Gilbert was safe, and for all those people who had died. All of that stuff that had been sacrificed, it was sad. And all Hestia could do was let it go.
The next hour or two was spent doing all of the things that she needed to do. She went to the store and got food, she used just about every furniture she had, she sat in every chair, slept in every bed and generally just worshiped her house. Then she finally unpacked. It was the last thing.
God how glad she was to be home.