Lace's Originals {Rated R}

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<sup>"The innocent have nothing to reveal" -Capova

‘Dash, dash, swoosh, swoosh’, moved an ink pen. Swiftly, yet neatly it swept along the sweet, splendid pages of a five subject notebook. Its movement was uplifting, captivating to its user. To its treasurer... Adela Capova.

“Into the morning, the trees called down upon the dew as it fixed its drooped composure…” A pause melted into the air as she ran her fingers quietly through her hair, mustering up the next verse to use. Immediately, she bit her lip, her fingers tightening against the black inked, slim smooth-working pen, her eyes closing in a brisk simultaneous gesture. And then it came- just as the same arising life of new day she was imagining. “-And flattered the sea of blue with its own vibrant hue.”

It was completed. Finally- it was just right. Her eyes opened as she began to write the last verse, a smile attempting to plant itself on her lips.

‘Ding, Dong,’ rang her bell.
‘Shit.’
He had to ruin this moment?! Why couldn’t he simply move on with his petty life and leave?

'Great timing', she thought as she buried the notebook in her assorted desk drawer and arose from her seated position- straightening her posture and hoping not to ruin her known disposition.
“Don’t show him anger…” whispered Adela, looking at her own expression in a clear, full brass framed mirror. It wasn’t exactly mad…as in insane.
But mad as in, murderous.
Perhaps with a tad bit of frustration?
Azure eyes glared back at her- long light brown locks caressed her shoulders and mid-back. A delicate pink rosebud took the form of her lips, trying to resist a slight frown of resentment.

With a tedious sigh, she closed her eyes, her fingers beginning to cut into the palms of her hands. She then opened her eyes and subsequently opened her fist as the door bell rang once again. ‘Fuck...can’t he wait? He’s fifteen minutes early. Breathe, Adela, breathe.’

A mellow, formal voice suddenly announced on the loud speaker, that was so small, burried in the very interior of the air vent in the wall. It was only on when Adela set it from inside the room. Set by a password that was never given out. Nor known to anyone, except Adela Capova. “Miss. Capova-“
“Yes, Edward.” Responded Adela, imitating him in the same calm, mellow voice. But slightly sweeter with
[shadow=gray,left,300]Destined to be continued...[/shadow]</sup>

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