Post by Anastasia Flores on Feb 26, 2016 22:49:36 GMT -5
Change hadn’t been in her dictionary for a long, long time. Not by her own volition, mind you, but it didn’t matter at the end of the day. It felt like millennia had gone by without a single event worth noting. Days came and went, passing by only by the sound her her quiet chatter with Rainier and silent stares out into the sands of Las Noches. A life of repetition and, for lack of better word, disdain.
Power had slipped through their hands like water in a leaky bucket, dripping away unnoticed until there was nothing left. They were once great -- feared -- Espada. Now? Now they spent their days playing chess and talking about dinner plans like they had hit retirement. It had been fine for a long time, even if Anastasia wasn’t quite happy with her lover’s stubbornness. She would brush it off as a phase. Things would return to normal eventually.
Things did not return to normal eventually.
Quiet, passing comments about the glory days had turned into full on shouts and foot-stomping in protest of their stagnation. Most of it was calmed with a kiss and a “trust me, Ana”, though nothing really sated the ever growing stress that bubbled around inside of her. Even when she made minor victories -- like the one they had planned for tonight -- she found herself frowning and scoffing at his playful jabs at mending her persistent mood swings.
But, at the very least, she could put aside her angry voice for their plans. It had been a while since they had both actually gone out and hunted. No, not just grabbing a weak Hollow from the outskirts of las Noches like normal. This was a trip to an nondescript location in hopes of finding a really tasty treat -- something they’d have to work for. It’d be just like the good ol’ days.
Her heels tapped against the empty floors as she carried herself down the long hallway. The Tres Cifras was almost always empty simply because there just weren’t a lot of Privaron to fill it with. Most had died or abandoned ship at one point or another. The remaining simply didn’t care enough to leave their rooms. It left Anastasia and Rainier with a lot of space to roam and practice whatever they felt needs to be worked on when they got too bored.
Technically, they had their own rooms, hers being a neatly maintained box with a variety of backup clothes should anything happen to her main wardrobe. But, as to be expected, they had quickly took up residence in a slightly larger room, using it as a sort of joint house. Even if their actual rooms were pretty close, it was always nice to wake up right next to the person you loved.
“Rainier?” She gave the door to said joint room a few knocks before opening it up. “I hope you’re not planning on backing out of your promise again.” She did everything in her power to not sound like a naggy bitch, but, well… It was hard to not be pessimistic with someone like him.
Stepping into the room, she smiled at him and pulled at the edge of her dress. “I even picked out a nice outfit for you.”
The outfit was very, very attractive on her. It was a black and white dress, the skirt portion of it being an off-black and the top portion being a solid white. While traditionally it was a slim-strapped dress, she had opted to wear a tight fitting vest over it. The white with black trim vest had sleeves that extended partially down her arms and buttoned up all the way to her Hollow hole. Tied around her neck and covering the hole was the iconic black bow, perfectly fluffed.
She gave a small twirl and then curtseyed for him. “So you can’t say no this time.”
[651. 13]
Power had slipped through their hands like water in a leaky bucket, dripping away unnoticed until there was nothing left. They were once great -- feared -- Espada. Now? Now they spent their days playing chess and talking about dinner plans like they had hit retirement. It had been fine for a long time, even if Anastasia wasn’t quite happy with her lover’s stubbornness. She would brush it off as a phase. Things would return to normal eventually.
Things did not return to normal eventually.
Quiet, passing comments about the glory days had turned into full on shouts and foot-stomping in protest of their stagnation. Most of it was calmed with a kiss and a “trust me, Ana”, though nothing really sated the ever growing stress that bubbled around inside of her. Even when she made minor victories -- like the one they had planned for tonight -- she found herself frowning and scoffing at his playful jabs at mending her persistent mood swings.
But, at the very least, she could put aside her angry voice for their plans. It had been a while since they had both actually gone out and hunted. No, not just grabbing a weak Hollow from the outskirts of las Noches like normal. This was a trip to an nondescript location in hopes of finding a really tasty treat -- something they’d have to work for. It’d be just like the good ol’ days.
Her heels tapped against the empty floors as she carried herself down the long hallway. The Tres Cifras was almost always empty simply because there just weren’t a lot of Privaron to fill it with. Most had died or abandoned ship at one point or another. The remaining simply didn’t care enough to leave their rooms. It left Anastasia and Rainier with a lot of space to roam and practice whatever they felt needs to be worked on when they got too bored.
Technically, they had their own rooms, hers being a neatly maintained box with a variety of backup clothes should anything happen to her main wardrobe. But, as to be expected, they had quickly took up residence in a slightly larger room, using it as a sort of joint house. Even if their actual rooms were pretty close, it was always nice to wake up right next to the person you loved.
“Rainier?” She gave the door to said joint room a few knocks before opening it up. “I hope you’re not planning on backing out of your promise again.” She did everything in her power to not sound like a naggy bitch, but, well… It was hard to not be pessimistic with someone like him.
Stepping into the room, she smiled at him and pulled at the edge of her dress. “I even picked out a nice outfit for you.”
The outfit was very, very attractive on her. It was a black and white dress, the skirt portion of it being an off-black and the top portion being a solid white. While traditionally it was a slim-strapped dress, she had opted to wear a tight fitting vest over it. The white with black trim vest had sleeves that extended partially down her arms and buttoned up all the way to her Hollow hole. Tied around her neck and covering the hole was the iconic black bow, perfectly fluffed.
She gave a small twirl and then curtseyed for him. “So you can’t say no this time.”
[651. 13]