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Aug. 7th, 2009 09:46 pmShe must have been getting soft.
O-Ren didn't know, instinctively, that anything was off when she woke up. She went through her morning routine, stretching, cleaning her sword, getting dressed. It wasn't until she went to find Angua and Dean that the silence in the hut said something to her.
Like always, her breathing picked up first, then her pulse.
Stupidly, she'd left her sword on her bed.
O-Ren checked the bedroom, with a healthy amount of trepidation that came not only from the possibility of seeing more than she should, but the possibility of worse things than something that was almost parental sex. So fucking quiet--
--because they were asleep. Fine, except they wouldn't wake up.
She tried. Over, and over, until she was sitting helpless on the floor by their bed, hands clamped over her mouth to keep from screaming that something was wrong.
O-Ren didn't know, instinctively, that anything was off when she woke up. She went through her morning routine, stretching, cleaning her sword, getting dressed. It wasn't until she went to find Angua and Dean that the silence in the hut said something to her.
Like always, her breathing picked up first, then her pulse.
Stupidly, she'd left her sword on her bed.
O-Ren checked the bedroom, with a healthy amount of trepidation that came not only from the possibility of seeing more than she should, but the possibility of worse things than something that was almost parental sex. So fucking quiet--
--because they were asleep. Fine, except they wouldn't wake up.
She tried. Over, and over, until she was sitting helpless on the floor by their bed, hands clamped over her mouth to keep from screaming that something was wrong.
