we are // killan & minerva
Jan 18, 2017 18:11:52 GMT -5
Post by ali on Jan 18, 2017 18:11:52 GMT -5
Saoirse followed the butcher down the narrow set of stairs into a basement. It was just about as dimly lit as the room above their heads, flickering oil lamps hung from the ceiling and were cautiously place at the center of tables filled with patrons and candles on the top of the old piano in one corner and the woman's nose scrunched in distaste; she dislike the darkness of these places. Why is it always so bloody dark? she thought to herself scowling as she reached the bottom of the stairs.
Ducking under a beam, Saoirse glanced around the meeting room. A warm chatter rose from the tables where patrons sat in waiting and while some briefly stole glances of the red head as she ambled into the room with a little hop to her step, most kept their heads down and attention to their tables or their drinks. Evem here, in the heart of it all, people barely took notice of her as a stranger.
She prefered it that way. The lonliness. She kept her gaze to herself, head down and hat pulled slightly to hide her face from the others as she leant agains the wall in the far corner of the room. Saoirse was a brave woman but her heart still skipped beats and her palms became clammy being in such a crowded and confined space. Shoving her other hand into her pocket, she began to fiddle absent mindedly with the coin she kept in there.
Out of the corner of her eye, her gaze shifted to the front to where the two she had been following- the woman and the man- were stood, beant over their own private table. They talked in whispers for a moment and over the incandecent chatter, Saoirse heard the door to the basement lock shut. As if it were a signal for the meeting to begin, she watched as silence fell over the little to none crowd as they all turned their eager attentions to the man and the woman.
Ducking under a beam, Saoirse glanced around the meeting room. A warm chatter rose from the tables where patrons sat in waiting and while some briefly stole glances of the red head as she ambled into the room with a little hop to her step, most kept their heads down and attention to their tables or their drinks. Evem here, in the heart of it all, people barely took notice of her as a stranger.
She prefered it that way. The lonliness. She kept her gaze to herself, head down and hat pulled slightly to hide her face from the others as she leant agains the wall in the far corner of the room. Saoirse was a brave woman but her heart still skipped beats and her palms became clammy being in such a crowded and confined space. Shoving her other hand into her pocket, she began to fiddle absent mindedly with the coin she kept in there.
Out of the corner of her eye, her gaze shifted to the front to where the two she had been following- the woman and the man- were stood, beant over their own private table. They talked in whispers for a moment and over the incandecent chatter, Saoirse heard the door to the basement lock shut. As if it were a signal for the meeting to begin, she watched as silence fell over the little to none crowd as they all turned their eager attentions to the man and the woman.
