February 13th, 1890 — Heavenly Antiques, London
Jo was bored.
She wasn't sure which ungodly virtue possessed her to offer to staff the antique shop, but after three hours of inhaling dust she was ready to close up and go home. Fragile and rare items were her favorite thing in the world, but only when combined with the fresh open air. This tiny, dimly lit storefront was hardly the dig site she abandoned, if anything it was the exact opposite. There was no warmth except that of the fireplace behind her. Jo was convinced this morning was what her version of hell would one day resemble.
After another quarter hour passed in silence, Jo began peeking around at the valuables her sister collected whilst singing to herself. The Portuguese lyrics came easily to mind as she randomly poked items and dusted shelves. If no patrons came in by noon she was going to close up shop for the day and scavenge for lunch. How Mars and Aaron (God rest his soul) spent any length of time here baffled her. Short of rearranging the knickknacks (which Jo was definitely not about to do) there was little to occupy her time with.
One peek into the office told the brunette exactly what her twin and deceased brother-in-law used to do to pass the time. The couch was just deep enough to allow for boring intimacy positions, and if that didn't suit them there were certainly other positions that would just as easily work. Her poor sister. What on Earth would Mars do once she was well enough to return full time to the shop? Without a mid-afternoon tryst the days would drag on endlessly...
She wasn't sure which ungodly virtue possessed her to offer to staff the antique shop, but after three hours of inhaling dust she was ready to close up and go home. Fragile and rare items were her favorite thing in the world, but only when combined with the fresh open air. This tiny, dimly lit storefront was hardly the dig site she abandoned, if anything it was the exact opposite. There was no warmth except that of the fireplace behind her. Jo was convinced this morning was what her version of hell would one day resemble.
After another quarter hour passed in silence, Jo began peeking around at the valuables her sister collected whilst singing to herself. The Portuguese lyrics came easily to mind as she randomly poked items and dusted shelves. If no patrons came in by noon she was going to close up shop for the day and scavenge for lunch. How Mars and Aaron (God rest his soul) spent any length of time here baffled her. Short of rearranging the knickknacks (which Jo was definitely not about to do) there was little to occupy her time with.
One peek into the office told the brunette exactly what her twin and deceased brother-in-law used to do to pass the time. The couch was just deep enough to allow for boring intimacy positions, and if that didn't suit them there were certainly other positions that would just as easily work. Her poor sister. What on Earth would Mars do once she was well enough to return full time to the shop? Without a mid-afternoon tryst the days would drag on endlessly...