Sara Posted September 9, 2019 Share Posted September 9, 2019 Early the morning after 'The Bridge is Crossed' Charis, try as she might, barely slept. Every thirty or sixty minutes she was woken up either by the movement of her bedmate or a nightmare that left her gasping for breath. In the end she had decided against sleep - choosing to stay awake and think. Hector had come in to replenish the wine, and besides that interlude where she fluttered her eyes shut and pretended to be dreaming, largely she just sat up and awake. Glancing through the high window she had whittled down the hours thinking of nothing in particular. She had cried a little, silently, so as not to disturb Tertius, but she wasn't overwhelmingly upset. She just felt...a little numb. When looking at the window and noticing it had lightened a touch, she had taken it as her cue to leave. Dawn was just off breaking, but morning was fast approaching and she thought it better he awoke to find her gone than lounging in his bed. Silently, she slipped from underneath the covers and silently made her way around the room - squinting in the darkness. She took a sip of the wine, straight from the jug, to dull her mood and leant to pick up the long tunica she had abandoned, along with her loincloth. She left the rose, however, on the table near his bed. He could keep that, it was worthless to her now. Silently, she moved from his room, stumbling a little in the dark and out of tiredness. Still, she was relieved when she made her escape and found herself in the silent domus. Even the hardest working slaves were unlikely to be in this area of the house at this time. Quietly, she moved in a daze and found herself in the garden. She took a seat on the bench where just yesterday she had enjoyed an afternoon of chatter and fun with Teutus and Antonia. In the darkness of the early morning, and the quiet, it seemed different - more sinister. She didn't do anything as she sat, she didn't even think of much. She just wanted to sit. She needed space and time to breathe, and she knew she wouldn't get it if she returned to the slave quarters. She took a deep breath and folded her head in her hands, completely unaware of somebody else approaching. TAG: @Sharpie 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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