Thread: Demonizing an Angel *(Silvana | Areawin)

It was 5am by the time both Korina and Silennia were showered, dressed, and wrapped in blankets on the bed. Another two hours went by before Silennia fell asleep. She was dressed in long microfiber pajamas and a tank top, unraveling one of the blankets as she tried to get comfortable. The television was still on, providing a dim flickering light throughout the place. Korina was tired, but awake. They'd gone through a quarter gallon of rum together, and was thankful for both herself and her friend that Silennia had the next night off. She eventually clicked off the television and curled up next to the other girl, laying an arm over her while her body was pressed to Silennia's back. They'd been friends since before either of them had learned how to walk practically sisters. Light was filtering in around 9am, waking up Silennia. She smelled burnt toast, and grumbled quietly as she crawled off of the bed. Usually her father closed the shades when he woke, but it must have slipped his mind. Now, he was chewing on some buttered toast at the table, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. He hadn't noticed her yet, so she took the time to lean against the nearest wall, watching him. She remembered when he was a muscular man, full of life and happiness. They lived in their own house. Korina practically lived there as well. It was two stories tall, with four bedrooms. One was the master bedroom, where her parents slept. Another was Silennia's, another was a nursery, and yet another was for guests. There were two and a half bathrooms one connected to the master bedroom, one in the same hall as two of the bedrooms, and the half-bathroom downstairs. It had a two-car garage attached, an attic, and a basement. Life was simple and pleasant. Everybody seemed to be happy. That was around the time Silennia was four years old, and her mother was pregnant. She doesn't remember much of the woman, except that she wasn't her real mother. Her father came into custody of Silennia directly after birth, and a few months later he met Jiselle - who raised Silennia as if she were her very own. Jiselle went into labor, and ultimately she and the child -- a boy -- both died during the process. After that, her father -- Richard -- fell into an awful depression. He got fired from his job, and turned to drugs for stability. Only stable to him, of course. Silennia was taken away by the state multiple times before they moved directly into town. Korina's mother was an alcoholic, so the girl spent most of her time with Richard and Silennia. They lost the house and moved from apartment to apartment, but this one had been steady for a little over a year. Silennia had very recently gotten caught up on their debts. The man had finished his toast, and turned to see his daughter watching him. He was skinny, with marks on his face. Heroin had been his drug of choice lately. He and Silennia got into fights often, and although he promised her that he'd stop using, it never happened. Maybe for a week at most. There were tiny holes along his arms, some of them infected and ghastly-looking. His hair was greasy and unkempt. Silennia knew she couldn't stay mad at him, because one of these days he wouldn't come home. She couldn't afford to think about that, and instead stepped forward to kiss his forehead and close a set of blinds. Oh, sorry sweetheart. A look of true apology adorned his face when she turned around again, managing a tiny smile. It's okay dad. Are you headed out today? Yeah, he replied. He chose his answer carefully. I'm going into Carson City for a week or two... got a temporary job there. Not too far from their apartment on the very outskirts of Reno, but still a few hours. Silennia's expression didn't change. Not even a little bit. I'm, uh, heading out in a few hours. They're giving me two meals a day and letting me sleep there... it's farm work, clearing out some of the pastures before snow hits. Will you be okay here on your own? Korina can stay, of course. Her expression cracked, but it was quickly composed. You already made plans, so nothing I have to say will change it. There's no point in asking a question just to be polite when you know the answer. Lock the door on your way out. He knew better than to say anything in return, and within the hour, he was gone. She curled up next to Korina, but was unable to fall asleep. Since she had the night off, she made a list of things to do. Korina woke around noon, noticing that Silennia was no longer in bed grumbling about a hangover while the black-haired woman handed her some orange juice. I've gotta go in to pick up my check tonight, Silennia told her. Aaaand I'm making pancakes. Korina opened one eye as she sipped the orange juice. With chocolate chips? With chocolate chips. They ate and dressed. Silennia wore jeans and a plain teal shirt. Korina had clothes already at the apartment. She wore something similar to Silennia. Neither of the girls cared to put on any makeup. Silennia's hair was up in a simple poneytail, and Korina's was down across her shoulders. The day was spent at a mall, mostly window-shopping, before going to the grocery store. Since her father was going to be gone for at least a week, it was best to stock up on food now, and get what both of them liked. Korina helped pay for groceries, using cabs throughout the city since neither of them had a car. It was almost time for the club to open by the time they were done putting everything away, and decided to go pick up the paycheck before heading out to dinner. There was already a line outside of the club, even though it didn't officially open for another twenty minutes. A few of the more important patrons were allowed in, as well as Silennia sweet-talking the bouncer yet again to let Korina in, since it was only for a few minutes. She looked at the empty dance floor, knowing she'd never get used to how it looked with all the lights flashing and not a single soul there. The place was spotless as always, and the men that Damien deemed more important than others were already holding their booths and tables on the top level. The two girls walked to the bar, where Jerry was working once more. Damien has a meeting with some of his clients, he said he'd be out in a half hour. The news irritated both of them, but for now, at least it was quiet watching the band set up. Sapphire eyes secretly searching for golden ones.