The twangy sound of guitar strings being plucked at lethargically resounded throughout the large house, the acoustics of the wooden floor and the vastly empty walls and rooms echoing the near-dispisable sound of each piercing punch of noise.
"Your, sins, into, me, Oh, my beautiful one"
The smack of the notes would be reconisable, at best. She wasn't trying, she was thinking, and just messing with the sound. Es was what she introduced herself as, and Es was what she was known as. Most people didn't know her real name, or her last name.
Vesta Tragidy Lyn Kawacatoose.
She was adopted into the name. By a very wealthy family, at an old age. Barely a month before she was eighteen. It was an odd near-cinderella story, but simply enough, Es had helped an old couple when they needed it the most, at her own exspence, and they gave her everything the had just before they died. An amazing near-mansion ranch house, and not an insane amount of money, but enough to place Es in a comfortable life, with comfortable work. The house was one story, but sprawlingly large. She was waiting for one of her few friends to show. It was something to be happy about, but as Es was, she'd get very depressed while waiting for someone to show up.
"Cold in life's throes, I'll fall asleep for you-ou..."
It was just something of her nature. Fatalistic, in many cases, and pessamistic most of the time. She didn't mean to look at things as if they were bad, it was just reality to her. Not to say she coulden't be happy. She could be happy, and most people knew her as happy. She just could be realistic about life, and accept it. It was complex.
Twap, Twap, Dang, Twap, Tink.
In this simple instance though, she was just not trying to get her hopes up in case something were to happen and her guest not arrive. She wasn't taking it to assume she woulden't, again, this was just the way Es would be. She stopped for a moment, looking at the wood floor, as she sat on her bed. She got an odd feeling, then looked out the window at the brim of sunlight still above the horizon. The green sunset. Orange at the horizon, blue in the nightening sky, and green inbetween. It was a rare and beautiful sight, usually she only saw it on the highways. She smiled some as she lightly bobbed her head at the sight, but then got one of her odd fatalistic feelings. Something bad?
"As they seep, into me, oh, my beau-ti-ful one,- now!"
"Your, sins, into, me, Oh, my beautiful one"
The smack of the notes would be reconisable, at best. She wasn't trying, she was thinking, and just messing with the sound. Es was what she introduced herself as, and Es was what she was known as. Most people didn't know her real name, or her last name.
Vesta Tragidy Lyn Kawacatoose.
She was adopted into the name. By a very wealthy family, at an old age. Barely a month before she was eighteen. It was an odd near-cinderella story, but simply enough, Es had helped an old couple when they needed it the most, at her own exspence, and they gave her everything the had just before they died. An amazing near-mansion ranch house, and not an insane amount of money, but enough to place Es in a comfortable life, with comfortable work. The house was one story, but sprawlingly large. She was waiting for one of her few friends to show. It was something to be happy about, but as Es was, she'd get very depressed while waiting for someone to show up.
"Cold in life's throes, I'll fall asleep for you-ou..."
It was just something of her nature. Fatalistic, in many cases, and pessamistic most of the time. She didn't mean to look at things as if they were bad, it was just reality to her. Not to say she coulden't be happy. She could be happy, and most people knew her as happy. She just could be realistic about life, and accept it. It was complex.
Twap, Twap, Dang, Twap, Tink.
In this simple instance though, she was just not trying to get her hopes up in case something were to happen and her guest not arrive. She wasn't taking it to assume she woulden't, again, this was just the way Es would be. She stopped for a moment, looking at the wood floor, as she sat on her bed. She got an odd feeling, then looked out the window at the brim of sunlight still above the horizon. The green sunset. Orange at the horizon, blue in the nightening sky, and green inbetween. It was a rare and beautiful sight, usually she only saw it on the highways. She smiled some as she lightly bobbed her head at the sight, but then got one of her odd fatalistic feelings. Something bad?
"As they seep, into me, oh, my beau-ti-ful one,- now!"