outofmind (outofmind) wrote in after_the_fall, @ 2012-06-07 00:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | 616!emma, open, other!madison-depth |
Open
It was very early morning and the house was (mostly) still. It was never completely quiet, not with so many residents. And even if it was physically quiet, there were so many who didn't know how to shield that it was never mentally quiet.
Emma was sitting in the kitchen, white silk pajamas a crisp contrast to the filtered pre-dawn light coming through the window.
She sipped contentedly on her coffee as her bagel toasted, mind drifting through the surface thoughts of the mansion.