Upstairs

Abel finally got up a few hours later. He didn't have much of a headache, but he did have the vague hanging feeling that he was missing something. Hm. He got out of Mitch's bed, his blanket forgotten there, and looked around a bit. He didn't take anything, since he wasn't sure Mitch would be fine with him taking any of his clothes. Especially because he had a unique style and it would be very obvious. That and the fuckin' ice witch that was the Dunham lady with her two little terrors was around. She would judge too hard and he could take it, he would purposefully stir that pot. But Mitch didn't need the consequential wreckage.

So with his clothes from last night on and barely awake he headed downstairs following the sound of a guitar. He watched Mitch play from the staircase, partially down, and he was about to interrupt. At least to say good... Morning, it was sort of morning. But then he saw Ice witch and summer witchling coming over from the living room and panicked. He ran back upstairs, staying still until it was them in the music room. With a pout, and disappointed but not in the mood for Selene's bullshit, he sneaked around the living room, and practically sprinted to Ishade's room so he could shower and change. He still had that feeling he was forgetting something.
 
Rose scurried upstairs and took her hair down, shaking out her curls. Then she sat down on her bed, took out her secret notebook of possible song lyrics, and took note of how she had described Dark. It wasn't to write a song about him, of course not, but it would, perhaps, be useful for a different song, somewhere down the line. Then she tucked it away in its proper place, and flopped down onto her bed, just to breathe for a little while.

She liked going to Church, she did. She believed in Jesus and the Holy Trinity and all of it, or at least she said she did. She thought she did. She didn't like the Bible, and she definitely didn't like most Christians, but Jesus himself seemed rather alright. And Heaven seemed nice, even though she had met more than a few people who told her she'd never go. But today was exhausting. She was still forbidden from joining the Church choir, because Margaret Clark, the woman who ran the choir with an iron fist, and who typically had all of the solos, despite only really being an average singer, had caught Rose with her old 'roommate' shortly after Rose had auditioned for the choir. Margaret hadn't told anyone, or said she hadn't, but still used the knowledge, and her influence, to subtly bully her and force her to do things, so the secret wouldn't 'get out.'

The annoying part is it did not even seem like it came from a place of hate regarding Rose's proclivities. She was almost certain it was just because Rose was a better singer than Margaret, and, frankly, was a better singer than anyone in that choir. She was, even if she didn't feel like it as she was trapped in this town, a highly trained musician.

All of this strife she kept to herself, though. It began before she moved into this house, and before she met any of these people, and it really was only a few hours a week. She sighed, and then sat up and began playing on her violin to shake out some of the tension.
 
Miraculously, over the sound of her violin, Rose heard the lunch bell ring, so she set her violin down, and made her way downstairs into the dining room.
 
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