[ It's the smell of brewing coffee that wakes up Ellever, mostly.
Before a month ago, it would have been her doing the brewing. She hadn't brewed it well, just well enough for her, but it had become a morning ritual. Just as it had been in the warehouse, setting the coffee machine to run while standing in the kitchenette in her bathrobe. She misses that fancy machine, honestly. But now, with her new roommates, it's often up in the air who will be the first to brew coffee in the morning. Her surprise roommates who she still has yet to get a handle on. It doesn't help that she's been spending a large amount of time at the community center, on the piano, or at the library.
Dragging herself out of bed with a yawn, she pulls on her thick coat. It's not as nice as her old microfiber bathrobe, but it does the trick. Ellever's tablet is ever-present in her hand and this morning is no exception as she makes her way out of her room and into the cabin's shared space. ]
Morning.
[ Ellever tames her wild-looking blonde hair with her free hand. ]
( dean's still getting used to having a roommate that isn't his brother or another hunter (or angelic affiliate), but so far elle seems to keep to herself, which is probably for the best. getting tangled up with the winchesters never leads to anything good for most folks. that don't mean he can't be polite, but there's a certain reservation to the way he holds himself, even if his lopsided smile seems to indicate otherwise. it might just be the exhaustion. )
Mornin', sunshine. Ain't early if you never slept.
( which he shrugs off easily, like it's nothing. among the winchesters, it really isn't all that uncommon to go days without more than a few hours of sleep here and there, but there's a larger problem at play here he isn't really keen on discussing with someone who doesn't understand their life and all the associated side effects. insomnia tends to come with the job, though it's worse with michael pounding at his skull incessantly. dean can barely get in his four hours without cas watching over him. even the invincible's shitty booze isn't helping.
still, he's not rude. at least, not when he's had his coffee already. he grabs an empty mug and pours a second cup, offering it to elle. )
Fresh from the ... well, not pot, but, you know. Finest damn cup of joe in Beacon, if you ask me.
( and the way his eyebrows lift it's like he's waiting for her evaluation. )
[ She makes a sympathetic face, accepting the coffee and taking a fortifying sip. That rush of caffeine to her system has always felt incredible. Ellever still isn't sure if that's her human side or the Other side that responds so strongly. She's never had the occasion to ask her cousins if they, too, adore caffeine. ]
Thanks. ...It's good. Zero complaints here.
[ All of Beacon has the same substandard coffee, so hey, if he wants to talk it up, she won't take that away from him. They don't have a lot as it is. Just some lanterns, spirits, and an eclectic group of buildings that would look at home in a Tim Burton movie. ]
Do you, like me, prescribe to the idea that the next day doesn't start until you've slept? Or are you a 'midnight is the start of a new day' type?
[ Asking someone the reason they haven't slept is deeply personal. She figures they're not there yet. Might as well poke around with some lighthearted fare. ]
( he looks pleased with her response, so he takes a sip of his own cup, shrugging lightly at the question she poses. )
Well, my dad was a real hardass, raised us on military time, so unless we were on a hunt, we were supposed to be in bed before oh-hundred hours or there'd be serious hell to pay.
( not that john was ever around that often to enforce this rule, but still. it's been drilled into dean's head since he was four. )
Looking back, I think he was just trying to protect us from the crazy shit that can go down during the witching hour.
( though most of the motels they stayed in as kids were never haunted or cursed, just shitty. he sets his cup down on the kitchen table after downing the rest of his coffee, turning to the stove where he's already heated up a cast iron skillet. he managed to find butter and eggs at the general store, so he's cooking this morning, too. he drops a few tablespoons of butter into the pan with a knife, then looks over his shoulder to elle while it melts. )
Oh, that'sā you don't have to make me anything. I can manage.
[ Making her coffee is, already, more than she's used to getting from a roommate. Not that she holds anything against Castiel, but he doesn't need to eat and mostly used his room as a home base more than anything. Ellever sits down at the table, taking another long and fortifying sip from her chipped mug. ]
That doesn't sound like much fun. My dad was a cop, but he resigned when he adopted me and I never had a bedtime or anything. He was too much of a hippie for that. [ She says it fondly, the corners of her lips curled upward. ] I became a night owl pretty quickly.
[ The nighttime became her active hours, mostly full of reading. When the truth of her lineage had come out later, Ellever had wondered how she hadn't caught on sooner. She always was more comfortable when it was dark out. But the dark of Beacon is different; it lacks that comforting and homely quality. ]
I'm still not okay with this all-dark, all-the-time thing, though. No wonder the Northern countries shine big lamps in town squares to give people some fake sunlight.
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Before a month ago, it would have been her doing the brewing. She hadn't brewed it well, just well enough for her, but it had become a morning ritual. Just as it had been in the warehouse, setting the coffee machine to run while standing in the kitchenette in her bathrobe. She misses that fancy machine, honestly. But now, with her new roommates, it's often up in the air who will be the first to brew coffee in the morning. Her surprise roommates who she still has yet to get a handle on. It doesn't help that she's been spending a large amount of time at the community center, on the piano, or at the library.
Dragging herself out of bed with a yawn, she pulls on her thick coat. It's not as nice as her old microfiber bathrobe, but it does the trick. Ellever's tablet is ever-present in her hand and this morning is no exception as she makes her way out of her room and into the cabin's shared space. ]
Morning.
[ Ellever tames her wild-looking blonde hair with her free hand. ]
You're up early.
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Mornin', sunshine. Ain't early if you never slept.
( which he shrugs off easily, like it's nothing. among the winchesters, it really isn't all that uncommon to go days without more than a few hours of sleep here and there, but there's a larger problem at play here he isn't really keen on discussing with someone who doesn't understand their life and all the associated side effects. insomnia tends to come with the job, though it's worse with michael pounding at his skull incessantly. dean can barely get in his four hours without cas watching over him. even the invincible's shitty booze isn't helping.
still, he's not rude. at least, not when he's had his coffee already. he grabs an empty mug and pours a second cup, offering it to elle. )
Fresh from the ... well, not pot, but, you know. Finest damn cup of joe in Beacon, if you ask me.
( and the way his eyebrows lift it's like he's waiting for her evaluation. )
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Thanks. ...It's good. Zero complaints here.
[ All of Beacon has the same substandard coffee, so hey, if he wants to talk it up, she won't take that away from him. They don't have a lot as it is. Just some lanterns, spirits, and an eclectic group of buildings that would look at home in a Tim Burton movie. ]
Do you, like me, prescribe to the idea that the next day doesn't start until you've slept? Or are you a 'midnight is the start of a new day' type?
[ Asking someone the reason they haven't slept is deeply personal. She figures they're not there yet. Might as well poke around with some lighthearted fare. ]
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Well, my dad was a real hardass, raised us on military time, so unless we were on a hunt, we were supposed to be in bed before oh-hundred hours or there'd be serious hell to pay.
( not that john was ever around that often to enforce this rule, but still. it's been drilled into dean's head since he was four. )
Looking back, I think he was just trying to protect us from the crazy shit that can go down during the witching hour.
( though most of the motels they stayed in as kids were never haunted or cursed, just shitty. he sets his cup down on the kitchen table after downing the rest of his coffee, turning to the stove where he's already heated up a cast iron skillet. he managed to find butter and eggs at the general store, so he's cooking this morning, too. he drops a few tablespoons of butter into the pan with a knife, then looks over his shoulder to elle while it melts. )
How do you like your eggs?
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[ Making her coffee is, already, more than she's used to getting from a roommate. Not that she holds anything against Castiel, but he doesn't need to eat and mostly used his room as a home base more than anything. Ellever sits down at the table, taking another long and fortifying sip from her chipped mug. ]
That doesn't sound like much fun. My dad was a cop, but he resigned when he adopted me and I never had a bedtime or anything. He was too much of a hippie for that. [ She says it fondly, the corners of her lips curled upward. ] I became a night owl pretty quickly.
[ The nighttime became her active hours, mostly full of reading. When the truth of her lineage had come out later, Ellever had wondered how she hadn't caught on sooner. She always was more comfortable when it was dark out. But the dark of Beacon is different; it lacks that comforting and homely quality. ]
I'm still not okay with this all-dark, all-the-time thing, though. No wonder the Northern countries shine big lamps in town squares to give people some fake sunlight.