Snippet #1482529

Releasing a quiet sigh at the discovery of his wife, Asher leaned back on his pillow. He continued to puff on the smoke, his free fingers lacing into Cheyenne's hair. Normally, he'd have pushed her away by now, anxious to get up and check his crops which were getting quite close to a good harvest. This morning, though, he had his mind on other things. He refused to believe his twin might be dead or arrested- though it was a very high possibility. She never left the house for more than a day, atleast not without her brother. The twins had rarely left eachother's sides for more than a couple days thier entire life. Today, he was seeking the comfort of the woman pressed up against him as he pulled his arm around her nude form.

He had no intention on speaking a word, or budging from his spot. His brain was pounding in his skull, though his thoughts were frantic, causing a headache that was much more harsh. Instead, he made a quiet whimpering noise, tossed his smoke butt into a beer can on his bed side table, and buried his face into Cheyenne's dark hair. It's what he'd do to his mother so long ago when something upset or scared him- then, when she was gone, he hid amongst Rosemary's ebon locks. Now he turned to his wife- not once in thier entire marraige did he so blatantly show her such a weak side to him.

Despite all the movement inside, Cyrus hadn't even budged outside. He listened to Sydney enter his outdoor world. The sound of the sword vibrating was an almost eerie noise. Without opening his eyes, he moved suddenly. He pulled his legs out from thier knot together and stretched them as far as they could go from eachother, then eased himself into an almost perfert center split. Stretching was a very important part of Cyrus's morning routine.

Every morning, Cyrus would be awoken by the rising sun. Immediately, he was outside. First, he fed his small commnunity of ten pigs with the 'slop' that had been left out for them to smell and anticipate overnight. Then, a run around the entire property, which even at his top speed took him atleast a half hour. After that, some target practice with his knives and a tid bit of martial arts. Then, atleast an hour worth of meditation before finally stretching out for another small amount of training before finally going inside for breakfast. With a job like his, Cyrus had to keep in good shape. He also constantly preached the fact that 'practice makes perfect'.