A Typical Night || Ana + Sparks
“Coming!” Anastasia called as she heard her twin’s voice at the door, scrambling to cover up what she’d been writing with various utensils and items that littered the counter of the kitchen island.
Their flat wasn’t the best-looking, but they made it work; it was quite small and dingy, but that was to be expected after the years of disrepair the town had fallen into during the outbreak. Truthfully, their flat was one of better quality, and they’d made it their own.
Ana, despite her sarcastic. slightly rude attitude to pretty much everyone - which was something she had developed as a form of self-defense after years alone - was quite soft at heart, and had a strange hippie-boho chic vibe when it came to decorated. More specifically was that she loved draping curtains and wraps and scarves of all colours and patterns all over the flat; on the light fixtures, over the doorways, from hooks and holders everywhere. She’d grown to love colour after seeing so much darkness. She still hated the colour red; it reminded her of the blood of friends she’d lost.
She scrambled across the living room, kicking one of the scarves out of the way as she hurried, nearly tripping over the coffee table and crashing into the door frame before she managed to reach the door, unlocking it, only slightly out of breath.
“Forget your key again?” she wondered casually, leaving the door open for sister, leading her back into the kitchen and sitting down on a stool, leaning strategically to cover up what she’d been writing.
The sound of Ana’s voice made her oddly relieved. Maybe it was normal to still be paranoid over every thing that has happened. To know she was in their home safe and sound made Sparks feel elated. It was taking Ana a minute to reach the door, she could only imagine her fumbling over.
Sparks relaxed on the wall beside the door, looking over as the sunset motioned the closing day. A thud was heard from behind the door, which made the blonde jump and turn back towards the door.
The door was opened for her and she could hear her sister. She repressed a smile as she followed her inside. Her bags hit the sides of her legs and she set them down on their table.
“It’s hard to remember to lug that thing around considering how many places I used to just break into.” She smiled. It’d been a considerable amount of times she’d forgotten her key. What a weird thing right? A key! This town had lucked out in a locksmith, who made keys for all the citizens, in exchange for a favor down the road. Sparks wasn’t sure if they’d repayed him yet, but he’d come around if he needed it.
“By the way, I brought some meats, and fresh bread. Barbara just baked it…”
Spark sat on the couch, and slid onto it with a thud. Her feet needed the rest.
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The sound of Ana’s voice made her oddly relieved. Maybe it was normal to still be paranoid over every thing that has...
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“Coming!” Anastasia called as she heard her twin’s voice at the door, scrambling to cover up what she’d been writing...