In which Alfons finds that daytime can be just as scary as night [Active/Closed]
Characters: Rayne, Alfons
Setting: Dark Bedroom
Time: Day 006
Summary: Rayne + Alfons = What do you think?
Warnings: See summary.
Lounging on the floor in the first bedroom she had found with covered windows, the only light from the open doorway, Rayne rubbed a hand across her face, frustrated. Anger smoldered off of her in waves as she did her best to think of or find anything to get the 'morning's' occurrences out of her mind. Her failed attempt so far did nothing to help her mood, and everything really seemed to be annoying her now. The fucking windows, the fucking snow, even the fucking cloak she absolutely had to don to go anywhere.
Mostly anywhere, a voice mentally corrected, but she growled to herself, shutting it up. Yes, this room was a blessed exception, but she couldn't stay here forever. Things had to be done before night fell again, one of them to get her mind clear, and straight. Things were dangerous enough when she was thinking correctly as it was. But, damn it. That note. The bodies. The fact that this had all been done before. And that fucking mirror which just would not leave her mind.
Letting out an angry snarl, she reached out to grab the first she she felt, tossing it against the nearest wall. Whatever it was, it broke on contact with the unbreakable plaster, though it didn't do a damn thing to calm Rayne down.
Setting: Dark Bedroom
Time: Day 006
Summary: Rayne + Alfons = What do you think?
Warnings: See summary.
Lounging on the floor in the first bedroom she had found with covered windows, the only light from the open doorway, Rayne rubbed a hand across her face, frustrated. Anger smoldered off of her in waves as she did her best to think of or find anything to get the 'morning's' occurrences out of her mind. Her failed attempt so far did nothing to help her mood, and everything really seemed to be annoying her now. The fucking windows, the fucking snow, even the fucking cloak she absolutely had to don to go anywhere.
Mostly anywhere, a voice mentally corrected, but she growled to herself, shutting it up. Yes, this room was a blessed exception, but she couldn't stay here forever. Things had to be done before night fell again, one of them to get her mind clear, and straight. Things were dangerous enough when she was thinking correctly as it was. But, damn it. That note. The bodies. The fact that this had all been done before. And that fucking mirror which just would not leave her mind.
Letting out an angry snarl, she reached out to grab the first she she felt, tossing it against the nearest wall. Whatever it was, it broke on contact with the unbreakable plaster, though it didn't do a damn thing to calm Rayne down.