Evyiione

(Name) opened her eyes. She was lying in a plush bed and was wearing clean clothes. (Name) frowned. She couldn’t remember how she gotten there, or why she was there at least. She sat up and swung her legs of the side of the bed. Her stomach rumbled loudly. She realized she wore a light sun dress. She was no expert but she guessed that this was acceptable to wear out and about.            (Name) walked over to the door. Leaving the room, she cautiously walked down an open hall. She set her hand on the railing and walked down a set of stairs. A woman bumped into her, dropping some folded sheets. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” (Na

Athos woke with a start, sitting bolt upright in bed and panting heavily. Another nightmare, another night of watching his friends die. He turned, sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching for the bottle of wine at his bedside. "Athos?" a half-asleep voice asked from the other side of the bed. "____," Athos whispered gently, running a hand over his lover's h/c hair, "Go back to sleep." "Why are you awake?" ____ asked, "and why do you have wine?" The Musketeer shook his head. "I'll explain tomorrow," he whispered, knowing she probably wouldn't remember this exchange in the morning. ____ never remembered conversations she had late at nigh

It was easy to say that you were still shaken from the night before. As soon as you returned home from that night, you couldn't get a wink of sleep. You placed your now damaged phone on your desk, returning to work the next day. Pulling a large, leather bound book from one of the shelves, you decided that you wanted to keep yourself as distracted as possible. You opened to your bookmarked place in the census, and began to type each word down into your laptop. "Good morning, (Y/N)," Mr. Scarlett opened the door. You jump nearly out of your chair. He chuckled sheepishly. "Whoa. Didn't mean to startle you." You gave a lighthearted laugh at you