Inside the Seven Roses bar, a man stood behind the counter, cleaning off the last of his dirty beckers, goblets, and mugs with a rag. The bar was filled with many assortments of alcohol, or all flavors. He obtained them from the caravans that fequently crossed Ravenholm. Tying his hair back in a simple pony-tail, he set to dusting the bottles, humming under his breath.
When the bottles of alcohol were clean, the man tossed the now filthy rag on the counter, and undid the piece of string holding the pony-tail. His long hair fell across his sounders and down his back, almost touching the floor. He was still groggy because he had gotten up recently, and not expecting any guests soon, had not bothered to dress properly. He was only wearing some black trousers, which had dust all over them from his morning cleaning.
Having done his work for the morning, he sat on the counter, lazily watching dust flying around in the many sun beams. He thought of Gabriel. Although his other guests had left suddenly in the night, leaving a note of hastey apology and payment for his services (though he had not recalled asking for any), Gabriel had stayed.
The departure of the other guests, especially "Josephine", had made him rather sullen and more miserable than when the man had originally met Gabriel. Gabriel said that he had some errands to run and had left the previous night. Looking at the sun beams, he knew Gabriel couldn't return at the moment. He dully wondered where Gabriel could have gone to, but wasn't too worried, as he was sure that he'd come back come nightfall.
He sighed and stared out the window. He frowned.
He was supposed to be seeing his brother, Stefan, outside, chopping wood. What he saw was a pile of uncut logs and a bare stump. Which meant Stefan was slacking. Again. He jumped off of the counter and started for the door. Before putting opening the door, he glanced at his reflection to make sure that his wings weren't visible; they weren't.
The Angel opened the door, and absentmindedly stepped into the cold snow. It took a while for his body to register, but after it did, the Angel made a hissing sound, and got back inside so fast, anyone watching could have sworn that he flew. Muttering and cursing under his breath, he pulled on his boots, and then went outside again.
He quickly spotted his brother, and immediately marched up to the sleeping Stefan, glaring at the back of his brother's head.
When the bottles of alcohol were clean, the man tossed the now filthy rag on the counter, and undid the piece of string holding the pony-tail. His long hair fell across his sounders and down his back, almost touching the floor. He was still groggy because he had gotten up recently, and not expecting any guests soon, had not bothered to dress properly. He was only wearing some black trousers, which had dust all over them from his morning cleaning.
Having done his work for the morning, he sat on the counter, lazily watching dust flying around in the many sun beams. He thought of Gabriel. Although his other guests had left suddenly in the night, leaving a note of hastey apology and payment for his services (though he had not recalled asking for any), Gabriel had stayed.
The departure of the other guests, especially "Josephine", had made him rather sullen and more miserable than when the man had originally met Gabriel. Gabriel said that he had some errands to run and had left the previous night. Looking at the sun beams, he knew Gabriel couldn't return at the moment. He dully wondered where Gabriel could have gone to, but wasn't too worried, as he was sure that he'd come back come nightfall.
He sighed and stared out the window. He frowned.
He was supposed to be seeing his brother, Stefan, outside, chopping wood. What he saw was a pile of uncut logs and a bare stump. Which meant Stefan was slacking. Again. He jumped off of the counter and started for the door. Before putting opening the door, he glanced at his reflection to make sure that his wings weren't visible; they weren't.
The Angel opened the door, and absentmindedly stepped into the cold snow. It took a while for his body to register, but after it did, the Angel made a hissing sound, and got back inside so fast, anyone watching could have sworn that he flew. Muttering and cursing under his breath, he pulled on his boots, and then went outside again.
He quickly spotted his brother, and immediately marched up to the sleeping Stefan, glaring at the back of his brother's head.
posted by Rosiel at 1:02 AM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home