In a world torn between heroes and villains, it can be a dangerous and hostile place. Some take comfort in the Gifted that stand up against those who would use their powers for greed and chaos. While others choose to hide away, fearful of the day...
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There was no one standing at the door. It had been unguarded since the night of the party. Even with her door open and the basement hallway free for her to explore, she felt so trapped.
She spent the first day wrapped in her covers, crying into her pillow, and wishing she had never been brought into the world.
The second day, she spent her time circling her room like a caged animal, ready to snap at the first person to stick their hand through her bars.
Except there were no bars. She was free, after all. And so she went back to bed and cried some more.
But now she was just really fucking bored.
For the first time in days, she wore something other than a nightshirt. She combed her hair, tied it up in a bun, cleaned her face, pulled on a pair of jeans, dressed in a cozy sweater, and slipped on a pair of comfortable flats. She then stepped outside of her cell and made her way through the hall.
Dominic's basement was sterile, white, and painfully quiet. Though a few suspicious doors piqued her interest, she decided to save that exploration for another day. What she needed was air. She needed to see the trees and feel the wind against her skin. She yearned for her plot of land in the woods by Mt. Rainier and she missed the cultivation of her garden. Her hands needed to create, to paint her emotions on to a canvas so they couldn't leak onto anyone else. She wanted to sit on her little porch with a cup of tea and watch the sunrise.
Elaina made her way to the elevator that lifted her up a couple of levels before arriving at the ground floor of Dominic's home. She stepped out to find one of Tudor's staff dusting the mantle. The woman gave her a smile and a nod before proceeding with her work. Elaina raised her hand in an uncertain wave before turning for the kitchen.
"Hello, dear," said an older woman, whose voice Elaina recognized as Tudor's. "Can I get you anything?"
The guest/prisoner looked around the kitchen and found a chef preparing a meal large enough to feed a small army. After the initial shock of walking in on a momentous spread of food, Elaina yawned and focused on her goal. Given the number of staff Dominic hosted at any given moment, the bounty wasn't too surprising.
"I was hoping I could get a cup of tea," replied Elaina, her hand reaching up to massage her throat as the words came out raspy and tired.
"Of course," Tudor replied with a snap of her fingers. At the sound, one cook stopped chopping vegetables and instead headed over to the pantry. "What kind of tea would you like?"
The cook returned with a tea chest that he placed in front of her before moving to the back of the kitchen to boil water at the extravagant coffee station they housed there.
"Chamomile, I think," she mumbled, her eyes surveying the collection in the ornate wooden chest.
"All of our teas are organic and sourced from the best suppliers." Tudor spoke with refinement and pride as she showcased a set of tea tins with a flourish of her hand. "You'll find a pure chamomile here, one that is infused with honey here, while this one is paired with apple."
