Symphath_Young

[symphathyoung]

Time for Work

+It was getting late. She was due at the club in an hour and nowhere ready. This was unlike her but then again she was around grids that have been draining for awhile now. The emotions running in the manse were like a thick black cloud. Hers weren't any better. Between her symphath side rearing its ugly head and her  worry about her father, Andra was a walking time bomb just waiting to go off.

The alarm rang for the fourth time. She nearly chucked the phone across the room as I sat up to red vision. Yeah this wasn't good. Slowly, she padded to the bathroom, feeling her way more than seeing where she was going. Showering quickly after relieving herself, she let the hot spray soothe her mood. Once out of the shower, she pulled out her cilices. They were just like her mahmen’s. Her mahmen actually gave them to Andra after she transitioned, knowing how much Andra was like her.

Hissing as she strapped them on tighter than normal, closed her eyes and waited for the redness to go away before going to dress. Once she was able make out shapes and some other colors she went out and pulled on leathers and black tank. Sliding one dagger into the ankle holster, the other one on her waist, she grabbed her phone and shot off a text to her parents.

“Going into work tonight. Will probably crash at the apartment. Love you. Andra”

She didn't want them to worry about where she was after her shift. Her parents kept the brownstone apartment even though they live at the manse. It was a getaway for them, much like the cabin. However, they knew the Andra needed her space sometimes and gave the tiny apartment to her with the stipulation that she would check in with them when she wasn't coming home.

Her father worried about her from the moment her mahmen went through her needing until now. After he lost his adopted mahmen, Wellesandra, whom Andra was named after, he was very protective of his females. No one could blame him though. Although Andra told him time and time again that she could protect herself.

Getting the typical response back from her mahmen, “Be safe and check in”, Andra went for her bike and headed to the club. Time to get to work.+

[symphathyoung]

Time for Work

+It was getting late. She was due at the club in an hour and nowhere ready. This was unlike her but then again she was around grids that have been draining for awhile now. The emotions running in the manse were like a thick black cloud. Hers weren't any better. Between her symphath side rearing its ugly head and her  worry about her father, Andra was a walking time bomb just waiting to go off.

The alarm rang for the fourth time. She nearly chucked the phone across the room as I sat up to red vision. Yeah this wasn't good. Slowly, she padded to the bathroom, feeling her way more than seeing where she was going. Showering quickly after relieving herself, she let the hot spray soothe her mood. Once out of the shower, she pulled out her cilices. They were just like her mahmen’s. Her mahmen actually gave them to Andra after she transitioned, knowing how much Andra was like her.

Hissing as she strapped them on tighter than normal, closed her eyes and waited for the redness to go away before going to dress. Once she was able make out shapes and some other colors she went out and pulled on leathers and black tank. Sliding one dagger into the ankle holster, the other one on her waist, she grabbed her phone and shot off a text to her parents.

“Going into work tonight. Will probably crash at the apartment. Love you. Andra”

She didn't want them to worry about where she was after her shift. Her parents kept the brownstone apartment even though they live at the manse. It was a getaway for them, much like the cabin. However, they knew the Andra needed her space sometimes and gave the tiny apartment to her with the stipulation that she would check in with them when she wasn't coming home.

Her father worried about her from the moment her mahmen went through her needing until now. After he lost his adopted mahmen, Wellesandra, whom Andra was named after, he was very protective of his females. No one could blame him though. Although Andra told him time and time again that she could protect herself.

Getting the typical response back from her mahmen, “Be safe and check in”, Andra went for her bike and headed to the club. Time to get to work.+