#sipstarter

Tucker stood in the library, admiring a non-specific row of dusty old books. It’s a shame, she thought to herself, these books used to be loved by someone. A world full of worlds to explore. I have an eternity to travel now. She picked up a novel that looked particularly faded. She dusted off the cover until she could see a title. The gold letters barely shown anymore because the emboss had almost entirely worn away. “I can’t wait to get lost in you,” she whispered lovingly to the spine.

“So...what’s your favorite thing to do for fun?” Andrew asked to the stranger to his immediate left. Andrew liked making friends and that’s what he was here to do. His entire life is devoted to making lasting connections with people. As much as he hated awkward small talk, he felt it was necessary to really start to understand people. He hoped that in his eternal life, he could meet as many interesting and wonderful people as possible.

“An opened matchbox is so full of opportunity,” Danica carefully plucked a match from the book and struck it. She held the stick with a tiny flame in front of her face. “Now I’m not one for crimes, but raising a little hell can be fun sometimes. What do you say,” she smiled up at the person looking in front of her, looking for an agreement. “you like bonfires?”

“I’m pretty sure I wasn’t the only one that stayed in their room for this past week or two right?” CJ asks while flopping down on the couch. “It seemed like a perfect way to avoid huge spiders and ghosts and shit.”

To say the past few weeks spent more or less locked up were difficult would be an understatement. It was likely true for everyone, but especially so for the angel who had once sworn to himself to never fight — let alone kill. It mattered not that the slain creature in question was dangerous and evil. To Noah, going back on the purpose of his existence to heal and protect was devastating. Even days later, he was still affected. Stepping foot outdoors seemed to provide some solace however, which led to remain perched in his spot, time escaping him until it was now nearly dusk. He was unaware of anyone else nearby until someone seemed to notice his presence and move to leave, prompting him to speak up. “You don’t have to go.” Clearing his throat, he continued on more solemnly. “Actually, it’d be rather nice if you stayed...”

Marshall was honestly done with this place. He was trying to have a good time here but it wasn’t working. He’d lost his flirt and he lost his game, he lost his fight, it felt like he wasn’t sure where he was. Now he felt like he didn’t have a reason to be mad but at the same time he had every reason to be mad. There was no real expression on his face as he sipped his cup of blood and nearly crashed it down. “Shit-” He says abruptly. “..That was louder than anticipated. Sorry.” His brows raise as he inspects the cup and sets it down again. “So who did you guess?”

Ford’s eyebrows furrowed just a bit as he looked out from his apartment door. There had been a crash seconds before, curious as he was he did the opposite of what his brain told him to do. Pursing his lips he walked into the the hall looking around before heading in the way he thought the crash came from. Blinking as he saw a pot on the floor, shattered, dirt and plant bits scattered along the floor. Just then he sensed someone else near him. “Uh-- it wasn’t me...” he muttered. Scratching the back of his neck. “Did you hear the crash too?”

Sadie sat on the ground in a corner of the greenhouse fiddlng with the fingers of her right hand, tiny sparks jumping from each one to the next.  Her left hand rested on the book on her lap holding it open, only moving to occasionally flip a page.  She heard the door of the greenhouse open, and gently shut behind someone, and she listened as their footsteps made their way over to her.  Without looking up, Sadie addressed the other person, “You know,” she began, “there really isn’t a better place for quiet reading than here.”