Thread: Some things never change (Celeste & hawethorne19)

Never had she dreamed of living in such luxury, not even in her teens. However, she had no reason to complain about it, not when her home and so called hideout from the nosey people was also so far away from the agitation of the city. More exactly, somewhere in the quieter districts, near the very border of the city. It wasn't exactly a big house seen from the outside, but that was because most of it was built underground, like a little hidden manor, with a tiny bit of an indoor pool, a room for that, another room for the other, and maybe just a little bit of a waste of space altogether, because she didn't really have the time to spend much at home. Not with the dirty job she had. A smuggler's life wasn't exactly the peaceful one. Especially when you had a boss like she had. This man always seemed to have something for her to do. It was indeed well paid and she could win a little fortune every single month from it, but damn, was it tiring. The truth was, Layla wasn't always like this. In fact, if she had to think about it, it was only because of the lack of obligations that she got into this kind of business. She had no husband, no kids, no nothing. Parents were gone God knows where, and she was simply by herself. Still, there was a time when she did have something of a husband. Only, things didn't work out that well and everything went down the hill in the blink of an eye, leaving her with a bitter feeling and a crave for doing something outright impossible. In the end, it proved to be something possible, even if it was usually the men doing this kind of deed, as smugglers. In her late twenties, Layla Sebastian looked the same as ten years ago. Well, except for the slight dark circles from the lack of proper sleep and the hair that instead of being boy-short was now longer, reaching almost down to her waist. She had the same slightly tan skin, amber eyes and the same hour-glass body shape, thanks to the inevitable workout. At the moment, she was somewhere in her living room, a white spacious room with all that fluffy rug, the somewhat uncomfortable but luxurious-like couch, the plasma TV on the other wall, the glass table and the various expensive items adorning the room. The windows were replaced with spotlights and other mediums of lightning the place and there was a single escape out of there, the glass sliding doors offering more quietness since they would never creak like the wooden ones. Not that those were still being used, but she knew people who still preferred the old house items instead of the modern things. A free day meant she could laze around for once. Just like she was doing now, thrown all over the couch on her stomach, pillow under her head and eyes directed at the TV show which completely bored her to death. She was wearing her usual loose clothing, a gray t-shirt revealing one of her shoulders, a pair of black leggings and her hair being messily caught in a bun. A lazy hand hanged over the edge of the couch, eyes threatening to close any minute as she felt the urge to take a nap. And maybe it would be a good idea after all. Besides, there was no one to bother her, and she was safe as long as the security system wouldn't play a prank on her.