Noises.
They were everywhere lately. The whirring of a fan from her computer at her desk. The sound of the cats batting at some cat toys down the wooden corridors. The soft poke of material from the needle that switched hands from the project the blonde was working at, sounding like a nuclear bomb erupting right in front of her. The alert of her phone vibrating when she received an email, or text message. Elise's phone that spouted off some modern and undesirable song when her own phone got a message of some sort. The quiet bounce of Elise's calf hitting the couch as she twitched in nervousness for whatever reason, and the occasionally tick, tick, ticking of a clock in one of the guest bedrooms.
Noises.
Most nights the quiet ones went amiss and bothered the telepath woman very little to none. However, with the upper floor of the tower eerily quiet, all Elizabeth could focus on was every small, and subtle sound that was made within that space. The woman slowly stood, set the pillow case down that she had been stitching and let it find a crumpled home in the corner of the chesterfield designed couch and started to pace in front of it. “Quiet, please.” Elizabeth spoke sharply, as her thin fingers burrowed within her blonde strands at the crown of her head, before she tugged her way through them. Much like a person with a headache, she began to massage at her scalp, before she looked at Elise, exasperated. “This shall not do!” The telepath grabbed the nearly completed pillow case, raised up her knee and brought the hoop down over that very knee. It snapped and tiny shards of wood flung to the ground a few feet away from where Elizabeth stood, before the woman tossed both items to the ground and proceeded to stomp on the case and hoop until it made a satisfactory crunch.
“I shall return later.” Elizabeth blurted out, as if there had been no scene, or shred of some sort of break down a few seconds ago, regardless to what expression rode her thrall's facial features. “Mayhaps while I am gone, one could reflect on the value of silence.” Elizabeth snapped at the woman, and abruptly turned on her heel and grabbed her tan coloured wool coat from off the opposite couch in which the woman had been sitting. The petite woman shrugged it over both her shoulders, then vanished in the blink of an eye.
Elizabeth stood on the brink of the wilderness and the city. She had not given much thought to where it would be quieter, but in the brief and fleeting thoughts, the woman had picked the wilderness, because it was the least populated area in Harper Rock. Any place in the city would be bustling with life, unlike the occasional sound of an owl hunting for its dinner, or the padding of hooves crossing over broken, brittle branches that had fallen during the winter due to the weight of the white snow. Elizabeth took a deep breath in to fill her lungs, feeling the cold air on the tip of her tongue as her ocean coloured irises disappeared beneath her lids-enjoying the sounds of silence.
They were everywhere lately. The whirring of a fan from her computer at her desk. The sound of the cats batting at some cat toys down the wooden corridors. The soft poke of material from the needle that switched hands from the project the blonde was working at, sounding like a nuclear bomb erupting right in front of her. The alert of her phone vibrating when she received an email, or text message. Elise's phone that spouted off some modern and undesirable song when her own phone got a message of some sort. The quiet bounce of Elise's calf hitting the couch as she twitched in nervousness for whatever reason, and the occasionally tick, tick, ticking of a clock in one of the guest bedrooms.
Noises.
Most nights the quiet ones went amiss and bothered the telepath woman very little to none. However, with the upper floor of the tower eerily quiet, all Elizabeth could focus on was every small, and subtle sound that was made within that space. The woman slowly stood, set the pillow case down that she had been stitching and let it find a crumpled home in the corner of the chesterfield designed couch and started to pace in front of it. “Quiet, please.” Elizabeth spoke sharply, as her thin fingers burrowed within her blonde strands at the crown of her head, before she tugged her way through them. Much like a person with a headache, she began to massage at her scalp, before she looked at Elise, exasperated. “This shall not do!” The telepath grabbed the nearly completed pillow case, raised up her knee and brought the hoop down over that very knee. It snapped and tiny shards of wood flung to the ground a few feet away from where Elizabeth stood, before the woman tossed both items to the ground and proceeded to stomp on the case and hoop until it made a satisfactory crunch.
“I shall return later.” Elizabeth blurted out, as if there had been no scene, or shred of some sort of break down a few seconds ago, regardless to what expression rode her thrall's facial features. “Mayhaps while I am gone, one could reflect on the value of silence.” Elizabeth snapped at the woman, and abruptly turned on her heel and grabbed her tan coloured wool coat from off the opposite couch in which the woman had been sitting. The petite woman shrugged it over both her shoulders, then vanished in the blink of an eye.
Elizabeth stood on the brink of the wilderness and the city. She had not given much thought to where it would be quieter, but in the brief and fleeting thoughts, the woman had picked the wilderness, because it was the least populated area in Harper Rock. Any place in the city would be bustling with life, unlike the occasional sound of an owl hunting for its dinner, or the padding of hooves crossing over broken, brittle branches that had fallen during the winter due to the weight of the white snow. Elizabeth took a deep breath in to fill her lungs, feeling the cold air on the tip of her tongue as her ocean coloured irises disappeared beneath her lids-enjoying the sounds of silence.