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tamingthemuseTitle: And the stars were bright (part 1)
Prompt 412 - Triquetra
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG13
With the alarm disconnected, she hadn't had any trouble opening the window. The wooden frame went up smoothly. She liked it when the houses she burgled were well-kept; no unwanted noise came from the oiled hinges. She blocked the window open and crawled inside, as silent as the window had been. Down the corridor, she could hear the television broadcasting some old western movie. The owner had a habit of falling asleep in front of the screen, only to wake up around two and finally go to bed. It had taken two weeks of careful watching for her to have a good idea of his lifestyle. Luckily he was a man of habits. There were always the easiest ones.
She walked slowly toward the door of his office, right next to the living room one, where the movie was blasting music recorded with uncertain quality. Hinges as perfect as the window ones, the door opened without a sound, and she let herself in, carefully closing behind her. He always kept his doors closed. There would be no alarm if he happened to wake up now. She switched her pocket flashlight at the weakest and went straight for the imposing oak desk at the back of the room. She already knew what drawer she needed to open. Kneeling in front of it, she picked the lock and after a few seconds, a light click told her the job was nearly done.
The drawer rubbed against the main structure of the desk, but the noise was too faint to be heard outside of the room, even less above the loud banging of Hollywood's cowboys. The USB drive was inside it, exactly as she had predicted. She grabbed it and closed the drawer.
Easy as pie, she thought as she pocketed the USB drive.
When she got up, her eyes caught a flash of light from something on the desk. A coppery paperknife was lying on a stak of opened letters. It was shape like a dagger, a triquetra engraved in the center of the hilt.
She had a soft spot for blades, and well, she had already stolen something so ... why not?
She took the paperknife after only a second of hesitation, and made her way out of the house. She didn't meet anymore difficulty on her way out than she had on her way in. She made a mock military salute toward the living room before jumping out of the window and closing it for the last time.
She was on a plane for Rio before anybody realised the USB drive was gone.
She woke up two days ago in a rented room in the outskirt of the city, partially from the heat that seemed to never leave the place, but mostly from a dream she couldn't remember but had left her with a strange, uneasy feeling. She got up and stepped on the small balcony above the still-noisy street. The stars were bright that night, more than she had ever seen them before. The show was magnificent, but it didn little to appease the sense of dread that was gathering inside her.
Prompt 412 - Triquetra
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG13
With the alarm disconnected, she hadn't had any trouble opening the window. The wooden frame went up smoothly. She liked it when the houses she burgled were well-kept; no unwanted noise came from the oiled hinges. She blocked the window open and crawled inside, as silent as the window had been. Down the corridor, she could hear the television broadcasting some old western movie. The owner had a habit of falling asleep in front of the screen, only to wake up around two and finally go to bed. It had taken two weeks of careful watching for her to have a good idea of his lifestyle. Luckily he was a man of habits. There were always the easiest ones.
She walked slowly toward the door of his office, right next to the living room one, where the movie was blasting music recorded with uncertain quality. Hinges as perfect as the window ones, the door opened without a sound, and she let herself in, carefully closing behind her. He always kept his doors closed. There would be no alarm if he happened to wake up now. She switched her pocket flashlight at the weakest and went straight for the imposing oak desk at the back of the room. She already knew what drawer she needed to open. Kneeling in front of it, she picked the lock and after a few seconds, a light click told her the job was nearly done.
The drawer rubbed against the main structure of the desk, but the noise was too faint to be heard outside of the room, even less above the loud banging of Hollywood's cowboys. The USB drive was inside it, exactly as she had predicted. She grabbed it and closed the drawer.
Easy as pie, she thought as she pocketed the USB drive.
When she got up, her eyes caught a flash of light from something on the desk. A coppery paperknife was lying on a stak of opened letters. It was shape like a dagger, a triquetra engraved in the center of the hilt.
She had a soft spot for blades, and well, she had already stolen something so ... why not?
She took the paperknife after only a second of hesitation, and made her way out of the house. She didn't meet anymore difficulty on her way out than she had on her way in. She made a mock military salute toward the living room before jumping out of the window and closing it for the last time.
She was on a plane for Rio before anybody realised the USB drive was gone.
She woke up two days ago in a rented room in the outskirt of the city, partially from the heat that seemed to never leave the place, but mostly from a dream she couldn't remember but had left her with a strange, uneasy feeling. She got up and stepped on the small balcony above the still-noisy street. The stars were bright that night, more than she had ever seen them before. The show was magnificent, but it didn little to appease the sense of dread that was gathering inside her.
