Post by Agatha Blau on Jul 22, 2015 2:36:19 GMT
hello darling.
It had been quite some time since Agatha had ventured into
the city. The thought of being surrounded by so many strangers
made her skin crawl and forced her glance over her shoulder.
She cursed herself for feeling that way because she knew
that such nervous behaviours made her a target for any predator.
She sat in her silk dressing gown at her small dining table with
her cup of coffee in hand as her fingers tapped absent mindedly
against the outside of the cup. Her eyes had fixated on the fireplace
just across the room from where she sat, staring into the abyss.
A heavy sigh came from her chest as she heaved herself from
the wooden chair and drianed her coffee cup. On most days she
would get out for a walk, or a quick venture into the woods but she
had felt rather lost the last few days and it was beginning to weigh
on her. Agatha crossed to her wardrobe and opened it, her bright
blue eyes peering inside. Her lips formed a smile as she pulled her
favorite dress from the hanger. It was a knee length cotton dress
that was the most beautiful shade of emerald green. She removed her
silk dressing gown and hung it on the hook just inside the door of
the wardrobe, replacing it with a plain white silk slip. After dressing
she pulled her hair back into a tight military-style bun but allowed
her bangs to fall forward into bouncy curls.
It wasn't long before her black high heels had clicked their way
down Merry Lane, across the bridge, and into the city. The sun had
already begun to set by the time she had reached the church. A small
sign stood just outside the church reading Saint Mary's Cathedral: God's
Love for Those Willing. Willing to what? She wondered to herself
as her hand pulled the iron handle and opened the heavy wooden
door. The strong smell of perfumed incense filled her nose as she
walked through the entry of the church. There were several others
there that littered the rows and rows of pews, each seemed to be lost
in desperate forms of prayer. She kept her eyes forward as she approached
the altar, giving the sign of the before moving toward the confessionals.
Agatha stood before the hatched door for several moments before forcing
herself to go inside. She sat on the hardened bench in the dark
compartment, her back straight agianst the wooden wall and so began her
wait.
It had been quite some time since Agatha had ventured into
the city. The thought of being surrounded by so many strangers
made her skin crawl and forced her glance over her shoulder.
She cursed herself for feeling that way because she knew
that such nervous behaviours made her a target for any predator.
She sat in her silk dressing gown at her small dining table with
her cup of coffee in hand as her fingers tapped absent mindedly
against the outside of the cup. Her eyes had fixated on the fireplace
just across the room from where she sat, staring into the abyss.
A heavy sigh came from her chest as she heaved herself from
the wooden chair and drianed her coffee cup. On most days she
would get out for a walk, or a quick venture into the woods but she
had felt rather lost the last few days and it was beginning to weigh
on her. Agatha crossed to her wardrobe and opened it, her bright
blue eyes peering inside. Her lips formed a smile as she pulled her
favorite dress from the hanger. It was a knee length cotton dress
that was the most beautiful shade of emerald green. She removed her
silk dressing gown and hung it on the hook just inside the door of
the wardrobe, replacing it with a plain white silk slip. After dressing
she pulled her hair back into a tight military-style bun but allowed
her bangs to fall forward into bouncy curls.
It wasn't long before her black high heels had clicked their way
down Merry Lane, across the bridge, and into the city. The sun had
already begun to set by the time she had reached the church. A small
sign stood just outside the church reading Saint Mary's Cathedral: God's
Love for Those Willing. Willing to what? She wondered to herself
as her hand pulled the iron handle and opened the heavy wooden
door. The strong smell of perfumed incense filled her nose as she
walked through the entry of the church. There were several others
there that littered the rows and rows of pews, each seemed to be lost
in desperate forms of prayer. She kept her eyes forward as she approached
the altar, giving the sign of the before moving toward the confessionals.
Agatha stood before the hatched door for several moments before forcing
herself to go inside. She sat on the hardened bench in the dark
compartment, her back straight agianst the wooden wall and so began her
wait.