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Midnight Maiden
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Chapter One: Candlelight and Carved Pumpkins
It was a fairly normal day, in the eyes of Ambrosia. She was admittedly glad that fall had rolled back around, as she loved both the cool weather and the beautiful scenery the season brought with it. It always helped to put the blonde at ease; making it her favorite season. Admittedly, Halloween wasn't exactly her favorite holiday, but she did find the holiday amusing, and it warmed her heart to see children in their costumes.
The woman had spent quite some time decorating both the interior and the exterior of her, Chandler, and Richard's home; something that she felt at least somewhat made her son and any passersby enjoy the night a bit more. After all, it did spread the holiday cheer.. Right? She at least hoped it did.. And she hoped her family felt the same.
The day went on quite smoothly, in the mind of the young woman. Chandler had school, as usual, and she'd seen little of Richard throughout the day. Personally, she'd spent most of the day cleaning, reading, and baking, since there wasn't much else for her to do. Now, however, she was curled up beside her husband on their couch, absently and quietly reading.
A thoughtful look crossed her face, and she seemed as though she were about to say something. But, before she could and at complete random, her hand collided with Richard's face with the loud sound of a smack. She blinked owlishly, as if she hadn't intended the action and was shocked by it, pale green eyes demonstrating this further.
There was a brief pause, and silence filled the room. Though, it only lasted a matter of seconds, before she seemed to actually realize what she just did. Immediately after, she began apologizing profusely, going to examine the red mark from where she'd slapped him. "I am so, so sorry, love! I have no idea what just came over me..."
Oddly enough, it felt almost like it hadn't been her action. Like.. Like she'd spasm-ed, almost. To match the action, the woman felt on the verge of passing out. Nauseous, and light-headed. So when she tried to get up to get her husband an ice pack, she wasn't surprised to just fall right back. "I.. I don't feel so good..."
Her features were pale, and she had her head rested weakly on her hands. A thin layer of sweat coated her skin, and she was shaking very slightly. She definitely seemed sick.. Seeing a doctor as fast as possible was probably a good idea.
@Atomyk @Klutzy Ninja Kitty
It was a fairly normal day, in the eyes of Ambrosia. She was admittedly glad that fall had rolled back around, as she loved both the cool weather and the beautiful scenery the season brought with it. It always helped to put the blonde at ease; making it her favorite season. Admittedly, Halloween wasn't exactly her favorite holiday, but she did find the holiday amusing, and it warmed her heart to see children in their costumes.
The woman had spent quite some time decorating both the interior and the exterior of her, Chandler, and Richard's home; something that she felt at least somewhat made her son and any passersby enjoy the night a bit more. After all, it did spread the holiday cheer.. Right? She at least hoped it did.. And she hoped her family felt the same.
The day went on quite smoothly, in the mind of the young woman. Chandler had school, as usual, and she'd seen little of Richard throughout the day. Personally, she'd spent most of the day cleaning, reading, and baking, since there wasn't much else for her to do. Now, however, she was curled up beside her husband on their couch, absently and quietly reading.
A thoughtful look crossed her face, and she seemed as though she were about to say something. But, before she could and at complete random, her hand collided with Richard's face with the loud sound of a smack. She blinked owlishly, as if she hadn't intended the action and was shocked by it, pale green eyes demonstrating this further.
There was a brief pause, and silence filled the room. Though, it only lasted a matter of seconds, before she seemed to actually realize what she just did. Immediately after, she began apologizing profusely, going to examine the red mark from where she'd slapped him. "I am so, so sorry, love! I have no idea what just came over me..."
Oddly enough, it felt almost like it hadn't been her action. Like.. Like she'd spasm-ed, almost. To match the action, the woman felt on the verge of passing out. Nauseous, and light-headed. So when she tried to get up to get her husband an ice pack, she wasn't surprised to just fall right back. "I.. I don't feel so good..."
Her features were pale, and she had her head rested weakly on her hands. A thin layer of sweat coated her skin, and she was shaking very slightly. She definitely seemed sick.. Seeing a doctor as fast as possible was probably a good idea.
@Atomyk @Klutzy Ninja Kitty