Dark Grimoire
The Dark Grimoire
Just a Regular Morning in London
The darkness was slowly creeping away, being forced out by the light. The sun was rising from the horizon shining on the citizens of London. A new day started, day full of work for some and fun for the others. Everything was still quiet in the Tudor style house. The apartment was in one of the so called high morality districts of London called Covent Garden. The place had three rooms, two private ones and one used as a guest room by the inhabitants of this place. As for the inhabitants….They were still sleeping on the comfy carpets and pillows thrown all over the floor of one of the rooms.
Two figures bolted up from the floor woken up by sudden noise. The sound of shooting could be heard outside and metallic voice of the roboguard shouting at someone: “Goddamn pervert! I am gonna tear you a new arsehole! That will teach you to fuck in the street! Let’s see how you like my wand up your ass you pig!”
- Argh, I swear, those neighbors…grr… will they ever let their guests get dressed before they kick them outside? – said one of the two people in the room. The voice was feminine and even in the dimmed light of the room it could be seen that the woman was a redhead. The redhead grumbled something else as she laid back and snuggled into the other person. If we take a closer look we would see that the other person was also a woman with bluish skin and dark-blue hair. The dark one hugged the redhead closer to herself and pulled a blanket over both of them.
- Oh, cut it out, hun! They will get into troubles with government for this sooner or later. And don’t forget, baby, I am still the Prosecutor here, hehe! - The dark one replied giggling.
- Yeah! And I am a friggin’ juror, so we gonna send those neighbors to the Tower in no time! – said the other woman and laughed, at the same time pulling the blanket to herself.
- Ressa! I am going to freeze to death here! And you don’t want me dead, do you?! – asked the dark one, trying to get some of the blanket back, shivering from the rather cold air in the room.
- Weeeell, - drawlled the redhead, - since you mentioned it, hun……you know, if you are dead, I keep all your stuff and the apartment too. Just think about it, all for me...nice!
- Why you bitch! – exclaimed the other woman looking rather pissed.
Ressa, the redhead, raised her eyebrows and stared intently at the other woman, not making any movement and not saying anything. It was quite a sign for the other woman that Ressa didn’t like the comment and considered it a joke.
“Daym,” – thought the woman, “ now I am in troubles”.
- Oh, dear! I was joking! I would never mean something like that! Ressa! Come on, say something! You can say I am a bitch too! Say it: “Andrea’s a bitch”- said the woman, trying to make Ressa respond in any way.
But the redhead just turned away, got up and went over to the window. She sat down on the window sill and stared out of the window, goose bumps clearly visible on her tanned skin.
Andrea let out a sigh. When Ressa was like that there were only two things to be dome, either to shut up and leave her to herself and wait or try to distract her from this stupid mood she gets into quite often. At first, Andrea really contemplated leaving Ressa alone but changed her mind. Leaving things like that could mean the situation getting worse. Besides if Ressa still hasn’t left the room, there could be something done.
Andrea slowly stood up and came over to Ressa. The sun shone through the window warming up the room. Andrea didn’t attempt to hug Ressa, she just stood close to her and placed one hand on her back. Ressa didn’t even move.
What a lot of free time will do to you:
silly, I know
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