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Alessa is propped on the bench, back leaning on the window, with her knives spread all around her. She perches like a bird of prey, one knee up, hands flashing with steel.

Whoosh.

Her many rings shine with the flames as her fingers move up and down. She sharpens one knife with a wetting stone, each stroke sending a sizzling hiss that vibrates the air around you.

Whoosh.

Shadows cling to all the walls, and there isn't anything else to look at but her. Alessa's hair shines gold at the ends in thin strings that circle her head and echo the orange glow that bathes her profile. Her eyes are downcast, focused on the task and, for a moment, it seems as if time itself slows down to a halt.

*choice

1) You breathe out and soak in the silence. 

2) You sit on the bed. "Is this what you call 'almost finished'?"

3) You try to pierce through the window. "Alessa, we don't have much time."

4) You come closer, peering at the knives. "Having fun?" you ask with a grin. 

5) You watch her for a while. "You look calm."

Comments

Anonymous

Love every second we get of Alessa!

Armand Berry

I will always take every opportunity to flirt with & tease Alessa, especially with her knives out.