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Supernova
- Joined
- Jan 17, 2009
- Location
- Canada
Sitting at her usual spot in the dining room, Audrey drummed her fingers against the soft tablecloth, as if waiting for something and it was quickly apparent that she was impatient, she sighed. Five minutes had passed. She got up, and walked over into the kitchen. She asked Marc, the chef, whether he knew where he was. She didn't have to even utter his name, but Marc just shrugged his shoulders as he began to fry the eggs for breakfast, smiling apologetically at her. She nodded, and walked down several halls, turning left and then right two times. Her brown hair bounced as her slippers made a distinct, heavy sound on the wooden floor. She walked heavier when she was in a rush to get to somewhere, or to see someone in this case. She hadn't been in this area of the castle in a while, so she had to trace back to early memories when she was five or six, to where his room was. Well, she was sure someone would point her into the right direction. She wasn't about to begin the day without seeing him. She raised her fist to knock on the door when she heard the sound of water turning on, sighing. He was taking a shower. Oh well.
She leaned her head against the wall, and realized that she could go inside. It was her castle. Grinning, she felt the the gold metal knob, and turned it. It was stuck. It was locked. She growled, getting on her tip-toes to snatch a gold key, hidden at the very top of the doorframe, and pushed the gold key inside, turning the knob easily as she stepped inside. It was clean, there was a bedroom, and a bathroom that connected to it, and a mini fridge. She sat on the bed, waiting for him to come outside to greet her. He always greeted her, always knocked at her door at 9 AM, everyday except today. She frowned, she wondered why. She laid there, dressed in a white t-shirt, black bra underneath, and a pair of blue and white plaid boxers. She felt the cool cotton sheets under her pale fingertips, laying back on the bed, running her fingers through his hair, wondering when he would be done with his shower. She knew one thing, that he didn't have a girlfriend, a fiance, a wife, he didn't have anyone. And, she didn't know if she wanted to be that one person. She just knew she wanted to have fun.
She didn't bother with dwelling on the consequences, and what would happen. She wanted to live in the moment, her bright blue eyes gazing over the scenery through the glass window, the curtains slightly drawn apart, the sun filtering over the bedroom, over the King sized bed she laid on. He was treated very generously here, more so that she favoured him more than the other servants. And he knew why. She made that perfectly clear. Her eyes snapped back at the direction of the bathroom. She knew he would walk directly into here, with a towel around his waist or without a towel. She didn't really care. She was just waiting for him, and with every passing minute, her patience was growing thinner and thinner, waiting for Ashton to come out of his bathroom.
She leaned her head against the wall, and realized that she could go inside. It was her castle. Grinning, she felt the the gold metal knob, and turned it. It was stuck. It was locked. She growled, getting on her tip-toes to snatch a gold key, hidden at the very top of the doorframe, and pushed the gold key inside, turning the knob easily as she stepped inside. It was clean, there was a bedroom, and a bathroom that connected to it, and a mini fridge. She sat on the bed, waiting for him to come outside to greet her. He always greeted her, always knocked at her door at 9 AM, everyday except today. She frowned, she wondered why. She laid there, dressed in a white t-shirt, black bra underneath, and a pair of blue and white plaid boxers. She felt the cool cotton sheets under her pale fingertips, laying back on the bed, running her fingers through his hair, wondering when he would be done with his shower. She knew one thing, that he didn't have a girlfriend, a fiance, a wife, he didn't have anyone. And, she didn't know if she wanted to be that one person. She just knew she wanted to have fun.
She didn't bother with dwelling on the consequences, and what would happen. She wanted to live in the moment, her bright blue eyes gazing over the scenery through the glass window, the curtains slightly drawn apart, the sun filtering over the bedroom, over the King sized bed she laid on. He was treated very generously here, more so that she favoured him more than the other servants. And he knew why. She made that perfectly clear. Her eyes snapped back at the direction of the bathroom. She knew he would walk directly into here, with a towel around his waist or without a towel. She didn't really care. She was just waiting for him, and with every passing minute, her patience was growing thinner and thinner, waiting for Ashton to come out of his bathroom.