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genessia2016-01-03 09:09 pm
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Entry tags:
[Age Event] [Action] A Little Bit of Perfection
WHO: Castlevania Residents
WHAT: Age Event
WHERE: Castlevania
WHEN: Jan 5th
WARNINGS: None
Finally. The sub archways were open again.
Sakuya had been fetching tea for Patchouli when it happened. Her even strides broke, her ankle nearly twisted as her shoe shifted on her foot. The normally perfect maid stumbled, the tray she was carrying slipping. She reached out for her watch on reflex, her arm catching on her now too loose apron. Startled, confused, and very off-balance she was sent sprawling to the ground, china and silverware crashing around her.
A mop of untidy black hair poked out of the clothing pile of the now too-large maid uniform.
Whimpering, Sakuya shook her head, freeing it from the fabric. It took a moment for the pain to register, a shard of teacup deeply embedded in the heel of her right hand. She swallowed, trembling fingers reaching down to remove it, tears prickling the corners of her eyes. She hiccuped once. Everything was suddenly very large and very unfamiliar. Reflexively her left hand strayed to the fabric covering her beloved watch, quickly digging it out and cradling it close, knees tucked to her chest.
WHAT: Age Event
WHERE: Castlevania
WHEN: Jan 5th
WARNINGS: None
Finally. The sub archways were open again.
Sakuya had been fetching tea for Patchouli when it happened. Her even strides broke, her ankle nearly twisted as her shoe shifted on her foot. The normally perfect maid stumbled, the tray she was carrying slipping. She reached out for her watch on reflex, her arm catching on her now too loose apron. Startled, confused, and very off-balance she was sent sprawling to the ground, china and silverware crashing around her.
A mop of untidy black hair poked out of the clothing pile of the now too-large maid uniform.
Whimpering, Sakuya shook her head, freeing it from the fabric. It took a moment for the pain to register, a shard of teacup deeply embedded in the heel of her right hand. She swallowed, trembling fingers reaching down to remove it, tears prickling the corners of her eyes. She hiccuped once. Everything was suddenly very large and very unfamiliar. Reflexively her left hand strayed to the fabric covering her beloved watch, quickly digging it out and cradling it close, knees tucked to her chest.