#emira001

Location: The Broom Closet

It’s getting a little easier each day adjusting to the temporary new normal. Bowie doesn’t give permission for the weight of it all to start getting lighter to carry, but time is doing what it does best. Eventually, it becomes a little easier to breathe, to move through the day without feeling like she’s surviving on autopilot alone. Not her most ideal circumstance. If she had it her way, River would be right here, close enough for her to reach out and touch them and breathe a sigh of relief. But things are happening the way they’re meant to. It’s not ideal, but it’s becoming manageable. 

Bowie sits atop the front counter, enjoying the setting sun as she weaves together a little friendship bracelet. She’s making it to send to River, working on it here and there throughout the day. With the day winding down, her motions become mindless, her thoughts wandering while her fingers braid. The sound of the door chiming open breaks Bowie from her trance, her eyes lifting to the familiar face. Yas’ sister. What was her name again? Emira? “Sorry, we’re closed. Busy doing really important work,” She says as she holds up her little arts and craft project, a playful smile lighting up her face.  “How you doing, baby? What can I do for you?” Bowie puts the bracelet aside and gives Emira her full, undivided attention.

@naughtyxprincessemira

Lucille met the brunette’s comment with a quirk of an eyebrow. “I’m assuming your comment is based on experience and not just something you’re saying just to make me feel better,” she observed and leaned in against the table. “So, will you tell me more about that or is it the sort of thing that, as you’ve seemed to put, I’ll have to charm out of someone?” The princess queried, then, she moved to rest on the back of her chair once more, a leg crossing over the other. “I suppose you could say that thus far, it has been the most annoying thing. Along with how little anyone will actually tell us about whatever this is.”