Thread: Life Debt (Cerberus and Angel216)

Heather bit her lower lip, she knew that if she didn't show up with her daughters, they would be in trouble with the law once more, not that they had meant to be in trouble before. It had been an accident, but the court had said the charges were manslaughter, and usually for manslaughter that meant the death penalty. However, they had been fortunate, when the court had sentenced them to slavery. Though, she didn't know how her daughters would adjust to their new lifestyles. Right now, they were in packing what they would need as was Heather as she and soon they were ready. Heather took a deep breath, as she held her bag in one hand and her daughters hand in the other and started walking to Leto's house, another consequence was that they had lost the car, but that was minor as she kept walking. She had hazel brown eyes, and short, brunette curls that fell to the middle of her shoulders and, though, she was older, she still got stares. The girls' father and her husband had bailed out on them, as the girls were twins, and had left Heather to struggle on her own with the two of them. She thought, perhaps, they wouldn't have to struggle anymore. She had C-36 breasts that seemed to defy gravity and a slim, toned figure, with a set of wide hips and a tight, small ass that often men whistled at. Her bottom grew into two slim, toned legs, and she stood at about 5'6. She had high cheekbones with a natural blush, to accent her eyes and her skin was the color of smooth caramel, as she held onto the hand of one of the twins. She was about 28 years old, but again, still got stares. She continued to walk, each step taking her closer and closer to Leto's house, until they were on his doorstep and she took a breath, before ringing the doorbell. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rebecca, one of the twins, was 21 years old, holding her mother's hand. She wasn't a child, but she was nervous all the same, afraid of her new life and what it would entail. She shivered slightly, she was dressed in tight jeans and a red tang top, clutching her bag. Unlike her mom, she had brunette hair that flowed down her back in waves and ocean-blue eyes that took in everything around her. She was wise and clever, yet, stubborn and hard-headed, the one who took being a slave to a person they didn't even know yet, the hardest. It would be hard for her to adjust. However, like her mom, she had C-34, gravity defying breasts and a curvaceous body, standing at about 5'4 and she had a lighter complexion than her mother, but she was still tan. She bit her lower lip, looking at the door as she dropped her mom's hand, not wanting to seem like a child as she gritted her teeth and looked down. Rebecca had a mouth on her, and often talked back or gave smart-ass remarks, and she knew that this is what would get her in trouble unless she was able to hold her mouth while she was here. She blushed slightly as she looked up, taking a breath to calm herself as she looked to her sister to see how she was taking things. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Layette was another twin and looked a lot like Rebecca, except for her hair was slightly shorter, cut shorter to be different, but it was also straight, falling down her back, not in waves, but in straight, smooth, and silky lines. Another thing that differentiated the two was that Layette's skin color was a smooth, creamy vanilla color, completely white, but like her sister and her mother, she attracted stares as well. Her lips were pressed together in a thin line, she was also nervous, but she was the shy and quiet one of the two and often didn't get in trouble or talk back like Rebecca. She loved to read and write and often times, you would find her perched in a tree, book propped open on her knee, completely engrossed in the story. She was the nerdy type, but she didn't mind it all too much, and often times she was flustered, embarrassed, just by a compliment or a statement. She was a deep red now as she held onto her bag and looked at the door, hearing some noises from inside as she wondered what Leto looked like and what he acted like. She shrugged when her sister cast a glance at her, as if to say, well we're here now, no turning back.