Fade Collection

[Omega]Istanbul- Part 2

Fade brought the cup to her lips. [Her full bottom lip pressed gently against the cup rim's curvature. Her snake bites scratched against the paper.] The thick coffee coated her tongue and she fluttered her eyes shut, savoring the feeling. Türk Kahvesi was much richer than what Fade settled for at the Valorant headquarters. Those diluted coffee pots didn't cushion her upper lip in foam like the coffee of her country did. And for the first time in a long time, Fade felt at peace.

Fade had found her way into a quieter residential area, where she sat on the shallow concrete steps of a unit. [She sat leaning forward, resting her elbows on her open legs. The afternoon sun shone on the arch of her back. Her fingertips clawed at the cup's rim while her wrist dangled lazily. Curtaining her face, her hair hung lightly.] Suddenly, Fade's head perched up. Her eyes followed her ears, searching for the sound, jaw tense.

Little mews came from behind her. A small kitty swifty squeezed through the bars of a small fence. It's endless puffs of snow white fur shrunk between the bars. The cat trotted over to Fade. Fade looked into its upturned shaped eyes and immediately knew it was a Turkish Angora. One eye was brown, and the other was blue, just like her own. Fade raised her eyebrows as if she was speaking to the kitten and it quickly came to her feet. In Fade's lifetime, there have been many people who refused to receive her, but cats have always been attracted to her. It might've been her aura, or maybe her scent. (The incense she often burns in her room is a mix of catnip and harmala.) Fade sighed, smiling [the corners of her mouth quirked up, lip line highlighted]. She broke off a piece of the simit in her hand. The pads of her thumb and index fingers pinched the bread at the bottom where the molasses didn't touch, and she brought it to the cat's mouth. "Good girl" Fade spoke softly as the kitty's tongue grazed her fingertips.

Fade bit her jacket collar and zipped it down with one hand. The tiny flat Fade had booked had a musty scent and only a hole for a window, but it was comforting. And it was quiet, just as Fade liked, without any buzzing ACs. Still in her jeans, Fade sat on the mattress and brought out a tablet. The blue light of her mission plans lit her face in the dim room. Usually, writing reports was something she did to procrastinate sleep. While working she was used to being tense after nightmares and fighting to keep awake. But as her head bobbed and her eyes drooped, Fade did nothing to stop it. She let the thick sheets under her cushion her to sleep. Maybe for the first time in a long time, she could have a sleep, in her home.