Thread: Lightning Soldier Aurelia [Lady Grimoire x Azecreth]

Lightning Soldier Aurelia The Fallen Heroine ? White hair that had long since dried curled around the back of Rose's neck, and spilled down over her shoulder in the front. Long enough to cover half of her chest, it was really the only claim to modesty she had in the moment--for she sat otherwise bare at the desk in front of the widow, sectioned off from the rest of her studio apartment with little dividers. Fortunately, about a dozen floors up, nobody was likely to see, except perhaps a peeping tom in one of the buildings over, if they were inclined to look. The sound of her pen softly scratching at the paper as she darkened the pencil sketch were one of the few sounds in the apartment, the only other being Rose herself when she shifted, or made her chair creak. She had no clock in this part of her room, for a clock spoke of deadlines, which were something she often missed, though the sound as they flew by was sometimes amusing. Even still, she could see from the setting sun, which had forced her to turn on one of the three lights she had dotted about, it was getting late. For most that meant bed. For Rose, it was a question on how much sleep she would be getting tonight. Unlike her, some things didn't need to rest, and it was irritating at times. The rewards though, perhaps, more than worth it. Months ago she'd never had been able to sit like this in front of a window, let alone having left a trail of wet footprints from the bathroom in her entrance hall, leading through the kitchen, and disappearing onto the carpet. No, she'd stay in the bathroom until she was fully dressed, even when she was alone. Which she quite frequently was since she lived alone. Up the stairs to her bed told of her other hobby--there was a low shelf along the wall lined with books. Above them, more art like the one she was drawing. Covers of comics, and graphic novels, one in particular far more than any other Lightning Soldier Aurelia. That same style of cover was exactly what Rose was working on now, inking the large beast that sat across from the white-haired heroine, Aurelia. If not reading, or drawing, Rose was simply relaxing, laying in her sunbed next to the window, or napping. Boring was a word some used to describe her, especially when she spoke of her hobbies. If only they knew. With a little groan, Rose stretched her arms up above her head, and set down her pen. Her green eyes scanned across the skyline, and then, she turned her eyes down as she fished up her necklace. It was a simple thing a clear crystal with two little wings to either side. The nude woman gave it a hard stare for several long moments, and then, languidly turned in her seat and rolled up onto her feet. It was much like her hair, and Aurelia's for that matter, it changed colour, frequently. Signalling danger, or warnings. Clear meant she could crawl onto something soft for a little nap and that was exactly what she planned to do. First, over to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, then up the stairs to the second floor where her bed lay. Briefly, she glanced at the small framed tablet she had on an endtable nearby. It had come with the necklace, and to most people, would likely only be a point of conversation. To Rose, it meant something much more. At one point, it had been a list of tasks, all listed next to clear gems. Now, only one remained whose gem remained clear. It was a task Rose had some disdain for, but thus far, she hadn't needed whatever it might unlock, and was fairly confident it would remain that way. Her athletic frame dropped down onto her knees on her bed, then she slithered her way up toward her pillow before setting her head down facing the window. Both of her hands slipped under her pillow to prop herself up some, and she kicked up her feet as well, enjoying the sensation of the cloth against her bare skin. Most of her days were not slow, nor boring, and it seemed this one would be--something she welcomed. She had seen far too much excitement as of late in her other life, and this was a welcome reprieve. Letting her eyes flutter closed, she also let her legs back down onto the bed, for the moment, her biggest question being whether she should stop being lazy and slip under the covers, or just fall asleep as she was. The idea that someone might have a view of her through one of her windows was an... exciting thought that made her wish to stay put. Then, another thought occured, and she turned her head to the little box on one of the bottom levels of the bookshelf nearby. A simple thought of whether or not she would give potential voyuers a special little show. It had, after all, been some time since she had a nice, slow night to relax, and used that night to relax in a way she had come to enjoy--quite thoroughly.