Who: Emilia and Aloysius When: 10. February 2010, far too early, right after this Where: Emilia’s flat What: Wishes talked about glitter, Emilia’s asked for glitter Warnings: TBD
Emilia’s livingroom was no longer empty. The big comfy chair was no longer in front of the fireplace, but pushed aside to the corner to leave the floor open and space open for her notes and ideas. At first glance, the floor was a rainbow of pastels and soft colours, and above each nuance hovered lists upon lists of names, recipes, concept outlines and design ideas, though rather than actual flasks, jars and bottles, she only had quickly done sketches.
Since spending the early hours of their birthday with Benji, she had found a burst of energy. After he had left, she had started brewing and preparing a new batch of her skin-care regimen in the hopes that starting over completely fresh, would get her out of her slump – even if said slump was the only rational way a human being of sound mind would react. The process had been invigorating and come night time, she had several cauldrons going. When she had run out of ingredients, she had started writing, and when planned days off had been about to end, she had called the hospital to take personal time off. The therapist at Janus Thickey had backed her up in that and management had pointed out all the overtime she had and agreed to it.
All of her overtime? Emilia snorted. What a fool she had been, but at least it was coming in handy right now, because she had so many things she needed to get written down, so many ideas she had to set into motion and sleep? Who needed sleep? Besides, she had slept. A bit.
When the warm aroma of spices alerted her to Wishes’ arrival, she was standing in the middle of the livingroom, her phone in one hand while she was using the other hand to write down the names he had suggested her, on a piece of parchment hovering in front of her. Her yoga pants and tank top were hanging loosely on her skinnier than normal frame and the lines under her eyes along with the disassembled sloppy bun she had put her into – a couple of days ago – revealed just how unlikely it was, that she had gotten anywhere near enough sleep or food for the past week.