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Lacianne drifted in and out of consciousness. An unnerving feeling that she was being watched would jerk her awake, but soft and uneven breaths under her head would lull her back to sleep. The unnerving feeling finally won out, and her bright blue eyes fluttered open. She yawned and took in her surroundings. For a moment, she was completely disoriented.
She was in a small living room, sleeping up against a human with her head against his chest and his arm around her. Her brow furrowed, as she slowly remembers where she was and who she was with.
Right. When they came to earth, two half bloods had found them. Elliott and Isabel. Her and Ian had immediately been able to sense how powerful they were, their angelic heritage completely untapped. They didn't know who they were. Laci and Ian had been staying with them for a couple weeks, and today they were supposed to be going off to their childhood home on the countryside. Her an Ian had decided they would tell them and train them there.
Laci carefully removed Elliot's arm and sat up, with surprising reluctance. She vaguely remembered falling asleep on the couch, while sitting between a sleeping Ian on her left side and Elliott on her right. She must have slumped against him and they readjusted themselves in their sleep.
She glanced over, to see Ian flat on his stomach, taking up the rest of the couch. She chuckled slightly. While he looked somewhat threatening to most, to her he was just a big teddy bear. Laci poked him with her foot to wake him up, and spoke to him telepathically- a thing they had been able to do since they were children. 'Ian- do you feel that? I feel like we're being watched.'
Her husky-like eyes swept over the room. It looked like the only other being was Isabel, curled up on a smaller couch by herself. Strange, she could have sworn she felt someone watching them. Laci stood up, and strode over to the window, staring out at the city unsurely. Her instincts told her something was going to happen soon.
'Ian- do you feel that? I feel like we're being watched.'
Ian looked at Laci and laughed. "Silly, noone's here." He said, and patted her on the head. "It's just us. It's always been just us." He muttered the last part to himself, and looked up. The sky was a bright blue- which it shouldn't be, because the last time he checked they were inside. Inside a living room.
He opened his eyes to find himself sprawled out on a couch, thankful that he wasn't out in the sun like in his dream. Ian moaned and turned his head to look at Laci.
Honestly, he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. He replied to her with a 'I don't feel anything now but there might have been.' telepathically, and sat up very slowly. He glanced around the room.
Ian had fallen asleep next to Lacianne, before she and the others had. Isabel was asleep aswell as Elliot. Mentally scolding himself for falling asleep and leaving his sister in the care of those who they had only met a while ago, he watched her as she looked around the room. Ian brought a hand to his eyes and rubbed them, feeling childish as he did so. "Morning." He whispered, careful not to wake the half-bloods.
Noā¦not at this moment. Sheāll keep her eyes closed, and pretend to sleep, all because she just couldnāt just face the world just yet. Ever since she was little, she had a thing with sleeping; she found it her escape, a form of actually mentally being away from reality, if only for a few hours. And so when it came to waking up, that tended to take a while as she had to mentally prepare herself.
She heard sound, someone moving and quickly wondered if the two had woken up. Isabel still remember vividly when she and Elliot stumbled upon the two, inside she felt as if she must help them, though how she explained that to her brother she canāt remember. But it was clear that they needed help. Lacianne, who she plainly thought as an angel, was effortlessly beautiful, and of course, her brother Ian, who was equally as handsome, but slightly intimidating.
The sounds got more frequent; they had to be awake now. But there wasnāt anyā¦well, talking. They werenāt conversing. Were they just sitting in silence? However, a second after she thought that, her small ears quickly picked up on a āgood morningā from who she suspected was Ian.
Nelly should really get up. After all, the small sofa she was sleeping on wasnāt the moreā¦comfiest, and something was digging into her ribs. Except, she didnāt want to wake up just yet. Sheād let her brother wake up first, after all, Elliotās the sociable one.
He was now sitting upright and began to haul himself up to see what was going on. Walking the short distance towards the kitchen he turned the corner and caught a glimpse of honey blonde hair, expecting his sister to be dealing with the remains of the last few nights he was surprised at the idea of their guest cleaning up after them.
He straighted his hair, estimating where different parts should be and strided into the kitchen, he was met with the sight of Ian sat on chair leaning against the countertop and Lacianne on the other side. Elliot wondered if he had inturrupted something between the two, but instead of calling anything out he simply chirped a "Good Morning" which was returned by the pair. Elliot made a start on the coffee as he knew his sister, Isabel, would be dying for one as soon as she wakes up. He hoped that he sound of the kettle boling would allure her as he felt uncomfortable in the watch of Ian and Lacianne who gave off a rather intimidating vibe. However he decided that he can't have made a proper judgement before talking to the pair a little more. He turned back to where they were standing and hoped to strike a conversation - "How are you guys feeling" he asked with a smile in place.
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