Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2016 23:14:57 GMT -5
Weeks had passed since their encounter with the lady and her pirates. The face of the very first woman she had killed still plagued her dreams. As soon as she felt that the haunting face had disappeared it would resurface and force her back to consciousness. She had grown even less prone to speak, using nods and grunt like utterances when she interacted with Henry. She was conflicted, though she ever wore her stoic mask. For the time being she was sitting in the crews quarters, her thin fingers slowly sliding over the snowy fur of her rabbit. The tiny creature had grown quite a lot since their arrival on the boat, being of the larger meat purpose variety she was a plump lazy beast. She had even taken surprisingly well to liter training and now roved around the boat but returned to her makeshift litter box when needed. Zephyr smiled and sat the chubby rabbit up on her bunk where she immediately burrowed into the covers. Eventually she needed to name her....but her mind had been so preoccupied lately she doubted she could formulate a name.
They had docked since that day and it had given her the chance to grab some fresh grass and plants for her rabbit as well as some things for herself. She had a new pair of jeans now, lacking the blood stains of her old pair. A new long sleeved stretchy blouse so that she could return Henry’s shirt. Along with underwear and some hair products...who knew that she would ever be able to condition again?
She couldn’t explain why she had grown distant from Henry...even to herself. It didn’t make sense...she didn’t blame him in any way for the blood she had spilled....but she just didn’t want to speak. Zephyr’s thoughts had been wandering to her son more and more often, his memories kept her company in her times of silence. She was unsure where they were headed..Henry had mentioned something about the KIDD but that had been several weeks ago...She hadn’t spoken to him enough to know his current plans. With her ivory rabbit already snoozing away Zephyr pushed herself to her feet and wandered through the ship. She had begun brewing a pot of coffee and could only hope it was ready. It was one of her guilty pleasures....
She poured herself a cup and stirred in a bit of sugar, hesitating before she slowly poured a cup for Henry as well. He frequented the navigation room...and she would look for him there. She wasn’t sure how he took his coffee...or if he even liked it. But she was making an effort to show him that she wasn’t just being cold to him....that she was just trying to heal her troubled mind in her own way....And unfortunately wasn’t succeeding. She rapped her knuckles lightly on the doorway, quietly stepping inside to see the dark handsome man studying something on one of the screens. She took in his powerful arms...his muscled physique, and remembered a day oh so long ago when she had stolen a kiss. His taste...feeling him wrap his arms around her....the way his deep voice could be felt through his chest....she remembered it all.
Her day eyes darted to his face before shifting to stare at one of the screens as if thoroughly interested. She held up one of the cups to show it was for him then carefully sat it on the first flat surface she found that wasn’t covered in dials. “.....wasn’t sure how you like it...” She said slowly, an early apology in case he didn’t like the powerful brew. She always made her coffee strong..it wasn’t coffee if it didn’t leave you tasting it for minutes after a sip. She rubbed her skin as if cold and then brought her own cup to her lips to take a treasured sip, feeling the warm liquid slide down her throat a small ‘ah’ pushed past her soft lips.
They had docked since that day and it had given her the chance to grab some fresh grass and plants for her rabbit as well as some things for herself. She had a new pair of jeans now, lacking the blood stains of her old pair. A new long sleeved stretchy blouse so that she could return Henry’s shirt. Along with underwear and some hair products...who knew that she would ever be able to condition again?
She couldn’t explain why she had grown distant from Henry...even to herself. It didn’t make sense...she didn’t blame him in any way for the blood she had spilled....but she just didn’t want to speak. Zephyr’s thoughts had been wandering to her son more and more often, his memories kept her company in her times of silence. She was unsure where they were headed..Henry had mentioned something about the KIDD but that had been several weeks ago...She hadn’t spoken to him enough to know his current plans. With her ivory rabbit already snoozing away Zephyr pushed herself to her feet and wandered through the ship. She had begun brewing a pot of coffee and could only hope it was ready. It was one of her guilty pleasures....
She poured herself a cup and stirred in a bit of sugar, hesitating before she slowly poured a cup for Henry as well. He frequented the navigation room...and she would look for him there. She wasn’t sure how he took his coffee...or if he even liked it. But she was making an effort to show him that she wasn’t just being cold to him....that she was just trying to heal her troubled mind in her own way....And unfortunately wasn’t succeeding. She rapped her knuckles lightly on the doorway, quietly stepping inside to see the dark handsome man studying something on one of the screens. She took in his powerful arms...his muscled physique, and remembered a day oh so long ago when she had stolen a kiss. His taste...feeling him wrap his arms around her....the way his deep voice could be felt through his chest....she remembered it all.
Her day eyes darted to his face before shifting to stare at one of the screens as if thoroughly interested. She held up one of the cups to show it was for him then carefully sat it on the first flat surface she found that wasn’t covered in dials. “.....wasn’t sure how you like it...” She said slowly, an early apology in case he didn’t like the powerful brew. She always made her coffee strong..it wasn’t coffee if it didn’t leave you tasting it for minutes after a sip. She rubbed her skin as if cold and then brought her own cup to her lips to take a treasured sip, feeling the warm liquid slide down her throat a small ‘ah’ pushed past her soft lips.