☆Second Wish ☆ - [Voice | Action for House 34]
[Forward-dated to tomorrow morning.]
[The house was way too quiet. Even for a heavy sleeper like Norma, she was usually awakened by the smell of breakfast cooking, and the clatter of plates being set up, the chatter of little Fifi in the halls, and Stella's footsteps carrying from the kitchen. None of those things occurred that morning, save for the soft, light footsteps Norma knew to be Sophie's They didn't last long, though, before they retreated and Norma fuzzily heard a door click shut. Still fuzzy from sleep, she rubs her eyes, gets up, and heads out to the kitchen, somewhat apprehensive. She didn't sleep well that night, what with Moses leaving...the idiot.
Her anxiety is through the roof as she doesn't hear or smell the familiar goings-on of the kitchen that became so routine. The kitchen was empty, barren almost, and Norma swallows hard before quickly heading toward Stella's room. She opens the door, only to see little Sophie look back at her curiously from her spot on the floor, examining a few simple items. The shared silence between them, and the emptiness of the room, other than the little girl, and the few items and notes is telltale.
Stella's gone, too.
Taking a deep breath, Norma opens the door wider and invites Sophie to wait for breakfast, which she'll make this morning. Once the girl wanders off, Norma goes to inspect the items. Huh, seeds for grune. That made sense. And...what's this? "For Asch". A...necklace? It had Relares on it. Relares that Norma translated in the blink of an eye.
Almost mechanically, she heads to her room, picks up her journal, and gives the sobering news. She doesn't care that she's still in her pajamas, that her hair's a mess, and that she promised to make breakfast.]
Sweetie--...Stella's gone home, too. [Home to die.] If anyone knew her. ...Fifi's still around, though.
[Norma pauses, putting a hand over the journal and closing her eyes. She's tempted to just leave it at that, but after a moment, she adds, filtered--]
[Private to Asch | 90%]
Yo, Chuckles. Sweetie left you something here. So, you better come and get it or else-- [Norma has to pause again, to bite back the words "or else I'll kick your ass". It wasn't his fault, and Norma was just distressed. That's two in the span of a few days.] ...Or else I'll pawn it off to the first person willing to trade something valuable for it.
[The house was way too quiet. Even for a heavy sleeper like Norma, she was usually awakened by the smell of breakfast cooking, and the clatter of plates being set up, the chatter of little Fifi in the halls, and Stella's footsteps carrying from the kitchen. None of those things occurred that morning, save for the soft, light footsteps Norma knew to be Sophie's They didn't last long, though, before they retreated and Norma fuzzily heard a door click shut. Still fuzzy from sleep, she rubs her eyes, gets up, and heads out to the kitchen, somewhat apprehensive. She didn't sleep well that night, what with Moses leaving...the idiot.
Her anxiety is through the roof as she doesn't hear or smell the familiar goings-on of the kitchen that became so routine. The kitchen was empty, barren almost, and Norma swallows hard before quickly heading toward Stella's room. She opens the door, only to see little Sophie look back at her curiously from her spot on the floor, examining a few simple items. The shared silence between them, and the emptiness of the room, other than the little girl, and the few items and notes is telltale.
Stella's gone, too.
Taking a deep breath, Norma opens the door wider and invites Sophie to wait for breakfast, which she'll make this morning. Once the girl wanders off, Norma goes to inspect the items. Huh, seeds for grune. That made sense. And...what's this? "For Asch". A...necklace? It had Relares on it. Relares that Norma translated in the blink of an eye.
Almost mechanically, she heads to her room, picks up her journal, and gives the sobering news. She doesn't care that she's still in her pajamas, that her hair's a mess, and that she promised to make breakfast.]
Sweetie--...Stella's gone home, too. [Home to die.] If anyone knew her. ...Fifi's still around, though.
[Norma pauses, putting a hand over the journal and closing her eyes. She's tempted to just leave it at that, but after a moment, she adds, filtered--]
[Private to Asch | 90%]
Yo, Chuckles. Sweetie left you something here. So, you better come and get it or else-- [Norma has to pause again, to bite back the words "or else I'll kick your ass". It wasn't his fault, and Norma was just distressed. That's two in the span of a few days.] ...Or else I'll pawn it off to the first person willing to trade something valuable for it.