[Backdated to Wednesday afternoon, for I am a slacker]
Slowly stirring from sleep, the Sin burrowed down into her blankets like it were any other morning's struggle against the sun. A single eye creaked open against the brightness of her bedroom to glare at her bedside clock, her mind even slower to catch and whir back to life. The numbers meant nothing at first, not until it clicked that the timepiece was several days past when she had laid her head to the pillow. It was only then that the emptiness of her bed registered, the lingering haze of laziness just barely clinging to the atmosphere. Snarling from beneath the heavy feather cover, the clock was slapped off of her nightstand even as she was reaching for the telephone to bark an order for coffee.
Not bothering to reach for a robe or anything else, Lust stormed out of her bedroom and sunk her claws into the first unfortunate that crossed her path. Fuming and screeching, the first thing within reach was hurled at her brother's thick skull as she assumed him as an accomplice to their sister's scheme, the priceless porcelain vase shattering as it skimmed by his ear to collide with the wall instead. The storm carried her through her suites, losing several other breakable artifacts as she made her way to the kitchen where her chef stood waiting with the requested coffee in hand.
Slowly stirring from sleep, the Sin burrowed down into her blankets like it were any other morning's struggle against the sun. A single eye creaked open against the brightness of her bedroom to glare at her bedside clock, her mind even slower to catch and whir back to life. The numbers meant nothing at first, not until it clicked that the timepiece was several days past when she had laid her head to the pillow. It was only then that the emptiness of her bed registered, the lingering haze of laziness just barely clinging to the atmosphere. Snarling from beneath the heavy feather cover, the clock was slapped off of her nightstand even as she was reaching for the telephone to bark an order for coffee.
Not bothering to reach for a robe or anything else, Lust stormed out of her bedroom and sunk her claws into the first unfortunate that crossed her path. Fuming and screeching, the first thing within reach was hurled at her brother's thick skull as she assumed him as an accomplice to their sister's scheme, the priceless porcelain vase shattering as it skimmed by his ear to collide with the wall instead. The storm carried her through her suites, losing several other breakable artifacts as she made her way to the kitchen where her chef stood waiting with the requested coffee in hand.
Don't even bother hiding, you little wretched shit. If you thought you were suffering before, you've another thing coming, of that, you can be sure.
