Lighthouse Cottage, Wednesday Morning
Eve was sitting out on the front porch of the cottage with a cup of coffee in her hands. It'd gone cold a long time ago, but holding it was a soothing, comforting action. It was something familiar, something she could cling to.
She didn't like what was going on, didn't like it one bit. But even more than that, she didn't like that there was nothing she could do about it. She didn't do well with being completely unable to do something about a situation. She never and and probably never would.
Sighing, she took a sip of her cold-as-hell coffee and made a face. She should really go inside and microwave it or something.
[Open like an open thing!]
She didn't like what was going on, didn't like it one bit. But even more than that, she didn't like that there was nothing she could do about it. She didn't do well with being completely unable to do something about a situation. She never and and probably never would.
Sighing, she took a sip of her cold-as-hell coffee and made a face. She should really go inside and microwave it or something.
[Open like an open thing!]