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neutral_omensDate: Mid-morning, October 1st
Status: Private - Sirius (complete)
Setting: Sirius's room at the manor
Summary: Sirius takes a look.
Not since the days of Hogwarts had Sirius Black felt so safe. Now alone in is room, he dove artfully onto the large four-post bed that graced the far wall. The velvet covered down quilts floated up around him as he sunk in, inhaling the soft unmistakable scent of cleanliness. Burgundy and black adorned the room, with bright accents of gold that lent a distinct flavor of days past. He wondered again if he was in some new reality.
The man Gabriel had walked him to the manor, acquired a room key, and shown him to the precise door. His smile was genuine as he said, “You should be quite comfortable here. If you find you need anything else, just call the front desk. They’ll take care of you.”
With that he was gone.
Ten minutes later, the scent of cleanliness was overtaken by the odor of wet dog. Sirius decided to investigate the bathroom. On the bench next to the bathtub were several plush black towels and luxurious black bathrobe. A variety of bottles lined the side of the tub, and he resolved to try every one of them before he left the room.
An hour later, he emerged from the bath, smelling faintly of licorice and lemongrass. As he wrapped the black robe around himself, he was startled. The man in the mirror peered back with an expression of surprise. Clean and shaved, he still appeared a good deal older than the last time he’d really had a good look. Hard lines had etched themselves across his skin, and a few of the formerly black silk hairs had developed a silvery sheen. While the body felt fresh and rejuvenated, the eyes spoke of a weariness he’d wanted to forget.
The lightness that had entered him while he bathed away the dirt and soreness faded as quickly as it had come. He sighed a genuine sigh, and turned off the light in the bathroom, pausing a few moments more at the darkened reflection.
He considered calling for more food, but the invitation of the pillows was too strong. When he lay down, sleep took him in an instant, and he knew no more that day.
Status: Private - Sirius (complete)
Setting: Sirius's room at the manor
Summary: Sirius takes a look.
Not since the days of Hogwarts had Sirius Black felt so safe. Now alone in is room, he dove artfully onto the large four-post bed that graced the far wall. The velvet covered down quilts floated up around him as he sunk in, inhaling the soft unmistakable scent of cleanliness. Burgundy and black adorned the room, with bright accents of gold that lent a distinct flavor of days past. He wondered again if he was in some new reality.
The man Gabriel had walked him to the manor, acquired a room key, and shown him to the precise door. His smile was genuine as he said, “You should be quite comfortable here. If you find you need anything else, just call the front desk. They’ll take care of you.”
With that he was gone.
Ten minutes later, the scent of cleanliness was overtaken by the odor of wet dog. Sirius decided to investigate the bathroom. On the bench next to the bathtub were several plush black towels and luxurious black bathrobe. A variety of bottles lined the side of the tub, and he resolved to try every one of them before he left the room.
An hour later, he emerged from the bath, smelling faintly of licorice and lemongrass. As he wrapped the black robe around himself, he was startled. The man in the mirror peered back with an expression of surprise. Clean and shaved, he still appeared a good deal older than the last time he’d really had a good look. Hard lines had etched themselves across his skin, and a few of the formerly black silk hairs had developed a silvery sheen. While the body felt fresh and rejuvenated, the eyes spoke of a weariness he’d wanted to forget.
The lightness that had entered him while he bathed away the dirt and soreness faded as quickly as it had come. He sighed a genuine sigh, and turned off the light in the bathroom, pausing a few moments more at the darkened reflection.
He considered calling for more food, but the invitation of the pillows was too strong. When he lay down, sleep took him in an instant, and he knew no more that day.
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