Post by Eve Avana on Feb 12, 2016 15:47:39 GMT -5
Days of blind existence passed on without much thought on her end. Before it had been easy to just go about her life because she knew he would come and visit her soon enough. Weeks were easily passed away with whatever filled her fancy at the time, all with the reward of him coming back home.
But he was not coming back. They weren’t ever going to see each other again. After she had bandaged his hands and kissed his forehead, she left him alone to sleep in what remained of her bed. Left all of Las Noches for a bit of soul searching and fresh air. Much to her surprise the company of the demon -- Samyaza as she had named herself -- wasn’t… Entirely bad.
Evelynn shook away thoughts, knowing they’d just awaken the demon and get an earlier start to the day than either of them wanted. So instead, Evelynn sat on the couch of the first floor of her tower, sipping a freshly made cup of coffee laced with a not-so healthy amount of whiskey. The clash of the flavors was enough to jar any person from any sort of haziness. By the time the mug was finished, she felt somewhat ready to take on the day.
Another trip to Earth?
The question was only met with silence as the… Arrancar stood from the couch and stretched her arms above her head. She wasn’t wearing her uniform -- hadn’t for nearly a week now. Instead, she wore a modest sweater and skinny jeans. If it wasn’t for the fact that the collar of the sweater was large enough to fit around an elephant, the outfit would have actually been somewhat appropriate for going out. Instead, it slung over her shoulder, exposing her upper arm and part of her black bra.
Today, she’d forget about Robert.
It was never hard to pick up guys. She could have whoever she wanted at the drop of a hat. For that reason, she often went after those who weren’t as easy. Married, rich men who owned power and influence over various parts of the world. People of note. They’d just go missing after an encounter with a woman who’d never get caught. People like that were what used to satisfy her unlike any plebian could.
But today was a different day. Instead of going through the work of picking a target, swooning him, and bringing him home, she slumped up to her usual bar in Karakura and just chatted with the bartender until dusk started to come -- until the men started to pile in. It was, after all, a Saturday night.
In no time at all, she had picked a relatively decent looking man out from the crowd and charmed him all the way to the tower. The poor bastard was so fixated on her, he didn’t even question how he ended up in her living room. Not that she would’ve let him talk anyway. Within moments, he was on the couch, lower half naked and his drunk fingers fumbling at her button. Eventually she had to undo her pants herself, giving up all hope on his coordination.
Surprisingly, it was nice. Considering the man was drunk and she was edging into tipsy land, the two of them went at it hard. From the couch to the table, they had no regard for anything. It was just a moment in which they were pretending the world didn’t exist.
A world in which she pretended it was Robert holding her, not some drunkard she picked up from a bar. It wasn’t long, but it was something. As wrong as everything felt, as awful as it made her mouth taste, it was something. Something -- anything to take her away from reality.
And then she came to a stop, eyes widening as she saw him standing in the doorframe, his anger bellowing out uncontrollably. Naturally, she shoved away the confused man, him stumbling back so much he hit the wall in a daze before.
She didn’t bother covering her modesty. It would be silly at this point. Instead she just stared at him, mouth agape a little.
“Robert..?”
[697. 13]
But he was not coming back. They weren’t ever going to see each other again. After she had bandaged his hands and kissed his forehead, she left him alone to sleep in what remained of her bed. Left all of Las Noches for a bit of soul searching and fresh air. Much to her surprise the company of the demon -- Samyaza as she had named herself -- wasn’t… Entirely bad.
Evelynn shook away thoughts, knowing they’d just awaken the demon and get an earlier start to the day than either of them wanted. So instead, Evelynn sat on the couch of the first floor of her tower, sipping a freshly made cup of coffee laced with a not-so healthy amount of whiskey. The clash of the flavors was enough to jar any person from any sort of haziness. By the time the mug was finished, she felt somewhat ready to take on the day.
Another trip to Earth?
The question was only met with silence as the… Arrancar stood from the couch and stretched her arms above her head. She wasn’t wearing her uniform -- hadn’t for nearly a week now. Instead, she wore a modest sweater and skinny jeans. If it wasn’t for the fact that the collar of the sweater was large enough to fit around an elephant, the outfit would have actually been somewhat appropriate for going out. Instead, it slung over her shoulder, exposing her upper arm and part of her black bra.
Today, she’d forget about Robert.
It was never hard to pick up guys. She could have whoever she wanted at the drop of a hat. For that reason, she often went after those who weren’t as easy. Married, rich men who owned power and influence over various parts of the world. People of note. They’d just go missing after an encounter with a woman who’d never get caught. People like that were what used to satisfy her unlike any plebian could.
But today was a different day. Instead of going through the work of picking a target, swooning him, and bringing him home, she slumped up to her usual bar in Karakura and just chatted with the bartender until dusk started to come -- until the men started to pile in. It was, after all, a Saturday night.
In no time at all, she had picked a relatively decent looking man out from the crowd and charmed him all the way to the tower. The poor bastard was so fixated on her, he didn’t even question how he ended up in her living room. Not that she would’ve let him talk anyway. Within moments, he was on the couch, lower half naked and his drunk fingers fumbling at her button. Eventually she had to undo her pants herself, giving up all hope on his coordination.
Surprisingly, it was nice. Considering the man was drunk and she was edging into tipsy land, the two of them went at it hard. From the couch to the table, they had no regard for anything. It was just a moment in which they were pretending the world didn’t exist.
A world in which she pretended it was Robert holding her, not some drunkard she picked up from a bar. It wasn’t long, but it was something. As wrong as everything felt, as awful as it made her mouth taste, it was something. Something -- anything to take her away from reality.
And then she came to a stop, eyes widening as she saw him standing in the doorframe, his anger bellowing out uncontrollably. Naturally, she shoved away the confused man, him stumbling back so much he hit the wall in a daze before.
She didn’t bother covering her modesty. It would be silly at this point. Instead she just stared at him, mouth agape a little.
“Robert..?”
[697. 13]
