Sorry about the delay folks, I've been busy getting edubacated and all that. But I have since graduated and started looking for a 4 year college. BUT in between college visits and work, I have managed to whip up what I feel is an awesome chapter…a little mundane but it will pick up I promise. For right now, I'm trying to establish a baseline and backstory, 2 crucial elements to a good story. I personally hate a story that jumps around between major event to major event and leaves out the links. But enough useless prattle, on with the chapter. OH… again and for all the legalities: I OWN NOTHING except what you don't recognize as part of the regularly established universe.
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Lilith POV
As I opened the door, I let out the breath I had been holding, I quickly pushed the door all the way open before my nerves forced me to change my mind. I grabbed as many suitcases as possible before venturing further into the, MY, room. Dropping most of my luggage next to the white French Country style bed, I took a chance to observe my room as a whole. The walls were painted a soft off white and all of the furnishings were what and French Country in style. 'Warren must have had a hand in decorating,' I thought, 'only he knows how much I loved the French Countryside.' Walking the short distance back to the door, I grabbed the rest of my luggage and brought it in to join the rest, shutting the door in the process. I picked up the largest, and heaviest, of my luggage and placed it on the king-sized bed and removed my purple hoodie so I could start unpacking my quite large wardrobe. Even though I didn't entertain much, or at all really, in the mountain, I was still prepared for any occasion.
Walking over to the two doors on the opposite wall, I passed a set of French doors that were dressed with white, thin curtains and through them I could see a small, almost Juliet-esque, balcony. I could just imagine sitting out there when the weather was warmer and sketching the going-ons of Xavier's large stone-walled garden. I kept on toward the doors, one of which should be the closet and the other should lead to the en-suite. The first door opened inward to reveal a white tired bathroom already stocked with fluffy white towels, 'That soaker tub is going to rock!' I thought as I backtracked to the second door, which was, naturally, the closet.
When I pulled the door open, I was pleasantly surprised to find a decent-sized walk-in and I knew that my clothes would fit just fine. 'There is nothing worse than an over-crowded closet.' Leaving both of the doors open, I walked back to my suitcases. Pulling out each article of clothing and arranging it on the bed so I it would make its way into the proper place, I began the tedious task of unpacking and organizing my clothes. Dresses, blouses, pants, and skirts, in the closet; socks, underwear, t-shirts, and shorts into the dresser; toiletries, hair care, and the like neatly into the bathroom and 2 hours later, I was placing the last of my shoes into the closet. Dropping the remaining luggage at the foot of the bed, I flopped down on the bed just in time to hear a knock at my door.
Brushing some loose hair out of my face, I straightened up and reach the door just as a second knock sounded. Opening the door, not knowing who to expect, I found none other than Logan standing on the other side. He appeared to have freshly showered and changed, and was wearing a pair of jeans, a black t-shirt and a pair of well-worn biker boots. 'I wonder if all his clothes are tight like that.' I giggled in my head. After a few moments of silence, I offered a simple "Yes?"
"I was heading down to the kitchen to grab a bite, thought I'd see if ya were hungry. Heard ya moving around in here for a while, might have worked up an appetite." His gruff voice seemed bored and slightly annoyed at having to play nice with anybody.
"I guess I could eat something, just give me a minute." I ran back into my room, tripping over my discarded suitcases in the process. Catching the floor with my hand and flipping over to land on my feet quickly, I stood up and grabbed my hoodie and slipped it on. Pushing the offending luggage out of the way, I got back to Logan just to see him shaking his head and chuckling quietly.
"You're a walking accident, aren't ya?" I just smiled, nodded and laughed. I shut my door firmly behind me as I sped up to catch his long strides. Trying to keep up and pay attention to my surrounding all at the same time, the walk to the kitchen was quick and silent.
The late night snack was just as quick and quiet with a dash of awkward thrown in to mix things up. As we finished up and put our dishes in the dishwasher, Logan headed to the garage to go get himself a drink, or so he said. I made my way, hopefully, back to my room. I'm proud to say that I only got turned around once!
Opening my door for the second time that night, I took notice of the small gold plaque with my name engraved on it. Running my fingers over it, I smiled and pushed my way into the room. Turning on the bedside lamp, I sat down on my desk chair and lazily pulled off my jacket, boots and socks. I put my boots in the closet, socks in the hamper and hung up my jacket. 'Damn OCD' I thought bitterly, 'I'm a walking contradiction. Artistic Obsessive Compulsive.' Removing my earrings and placing them in their whole in my organizer, I reached out and pulled back the plush white bed coverings and fell on to the bed. I was out like a light as soon as I turned out the light.
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I was up with the sun and set about my morning routine; morning yoga and a relaxing shower. I stepped out of the glass enclosure and wiped the mirror clean. I plugged in my hairdryer and dried my hair, noticing that it was almost time to get it cut. I braided the front pieces on each side and pulled it all back into a neat bun, I was unsure as to what the day would bring so better to have it out of the way just in case.
Dropping my towel into the hamper and grabbing my robe off the closet door, I walked into my recently stocked closet. I grabbed a pair of khaki skinnies, a sheer, sleeveless floral blouse and brown knee-high, lace-up boots. Walking to my dresser, I grabbed my underwear for the day and a white camisole. Getting dressed was quick enough process, what came next, less so.
Putting on make-up and doing my nails took quite a bit of time but in the end, my neutral eye, brown lips and matching nails looked perfect and I was one step closer to being ready.
Growing up in Manhattan, one of the first lessons you learn is, "Appearance is everything." Topping of my day's look with a few pieces of jewelry, wooden bangles, daisy gold and white earrings, a gold and wood ring, and I was good to go.
As I attempted to make my way to the kitchen again, I was overtaken with a bout of nerves and a sense of dread at the thought of teaching, but the knowledge that Warren would be here and that he believed in me, helped calm me down. I was beyond excited at the thought of being able to see my big brother. I haven't seen him since our father tried to "cure" him and he flew off. But after things had settled down and I moved into the cabin, we kept in touch 'Thank God for those writing lessons, who knew they would come in handy.' Despite the fact that Warren and I were "different", our mother insisted that her children have a "proper" upbringing.
Walking into the small kitchenette Logan and I had visited the night before, I was greeted by the sight of the grumpy man himself. "Not a morning person I take it?" I asked somewhat rhetorically, "Breakfast?" All I got was a grunt in response. "Ok then."
I opened the fridge and grabbed some eggs and milk, "Scrambled good for you?"
"Whatever blows your dress up darling." His rough voice sent a small shiver up my spine. Brushing the feeling off, I set about making breakfast for two, all the while anticipating the reunion with Warren and the arrival of my future students. 'Who knows what the future holds.'
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And that lady and gents is 1,504 words of chapter! I feel quite accomplished. Now I know that there wasn't a lot of interaction in this chapter, but I wanted to give a bit more insight to Lilith and her personality. Like I said, BACKGROUND MATTERS!
