Archetypes: Eternal Flame

Rest and Recreation: An Eternal Flame Short

Series: Eternal Flame
Sanchez Residence
August 2011
3:21 AM

After a long night, everyone was asleep.

Almost.

Gaby Rebollos and Beatriz Marasigan were asleep in the double bed, Beatriz snoring loudly while Gaby hogged the sheets. Even in sleep, the energetic twosome kept at it – Gaby would take the sheets, Beatriz would (sleepily) snatch them back and the cycle would go on. It had finally came to a point wherein the four others  had to slide a long pillow in the middle just to get them to stop.

Megara Ronquillo and Teresa Valdez took the two single beds. Megara was perfectly still while asleep, lying on her back and snoozing peacefully. Her way of sleeping reflected her usual demeanour; in contrast to Beatriz and Gaby’s rowdiness each day, Megara displayed tranquility and balanced them out. She slept quietly, tucked in nicely with a rose-colored sleeping mask obstructing her vision.

Teresa, on the other hand, was the firmness the group needed. In her sleep she was on her side, often moving around and mumbling under her breath. Teresa was constantly moving, her mind going miles and miles an hour with the duties she had, both inside schol and out. One would think that sleep would grant her the rest she deserved, but even in slumber she was bustling about.

Two single beds, one double and one queen-sized. The last went to Elisa Lagdameo and Arizona Sanchez, who were under the blankets and giggling as they used their respective laptops. Arizona was eagerly typing up something for her writings while Elisa calmly edited something on a photo software.

“Are they asleep?” Arizona whispered. Elisa nodded.

“Yeah. Finally,” the girl rolled her eyes and Arizona nudged her side playfully. “They take such a long time to fall asleep. Especially Megara.”

“At least Gab and Bea are resting up,” Arizona mused. Elisa nodded slowly at that and glanced at the screen, frowning a little and using the eraser tool to quickly remove a color gone astray. “Elisa,” the other whined, dragging out the last syllable of the other’s name, “How do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Your art.”

FC Guide: Eternal Flame