of pride untamed

With the manor back in reasonable order and the classes back open, Cordelia had once again been invested in her working. She was still rushing about the house trying to help her fathers try to get all of the businesses and their extended family back into reasonable working order. In hopes of getting some kind of privacy with some of her work, Cordelia had disappeared into one of the little cafe's that were scattered across Manta Carlos.

Her booth was fairly neat with all the different piles of papers and books that she had to reference as she did her school work. A small pair of headphones lay on her ears, tilted awkwardly back to avoid messing with her horns - blasted things liked to get in the way more often then she would like to admit. It was obvious she had been there for a while - there were two plates set off to the side suggesting that while she had eaten, she had only snacked, along with two cups of what used to be herbal tea.

A creature of habit, it was the same cafe she always went to when she needed to just work without the events of her home. But that also meant that someone could find her if they really needed her for a while. But Cordelia had gotten so accustomed to the jingle of the door that she had drowned it out and ignored it even as one of her own kin strode into the room.

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of pride untamed

It was another paper she had been working on that took up most of her time. They were doing debates in her language class and she wanted to make sure she had all the things she needed in order to get a good grade. She could argue with someone for hours but that was generally on more social aspects or with problems between people - not topics. So Cordelia was emmersed in different articles and research to back her given argument up.

She had been reaching a lovely (read: bitter) argument piece from one of the news outlets on the topic when a voice cut through the music in her headphones. She hit pause on her phone, slipping the headphones back around her neck and looking up to the other. Blinking her golden eyes, she gave a bright smile.

"Sherry, hello. How are you?" Always how she started a conversation, asking the other about their day and how they were. The demon was nothing if not caring for the rest of her family at any given time.

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of pride untamed

Cordelia smiled as her twin twirled around in her new outfit. Sherry always had a fabulous sense of smile to the child of pride, and she often liked to ask her about certain pieces when she couldn't decide what to wear herself. It was nice to talk with someone about the mundane things like that sometimes, just embracing simple things like actually feeling good in ones own skin and clothes. The golden haired demon admired the pieces and how well they were put together.

"You look fabulous, Sherry, as always." The young woman chirped, tilting her computer screen down to give her sister her full and undivided attention. She let out a half sigh and half chuckle as she flickered her gaze over the work sprawled out on the table. It was a cleanier mess of papers and study materials. She skipped over her own dishes as she looked back up to her sister.

Cordelia gave a shrug and a smile. "I'm okay. Getting back on track now that the virus is gone. Been catching up on school work and helping papa get everything back into a manageable status." Papa, or father, had usually been Vito. Klaus seemed to handle things well on his own, so Cordelia never seemed to feel the need to ask.

below the sun

of pride untamed

Cordelia shuffled her belongings to allow plenty of space for the other, making sure the dishes were far from the edges not to accidentally break them. That had happened once during finals and she just about cried from the stress. She put some of the more unneeded papers away since she was logical enough to get them scanned so she at least had a digital copy - though something about papers was comforting.

"I want to say he's fine but truthfully I'm not entirely sure myself. I have to hunt him down if I want to even say hello." She chuckled softy, leaning back into her seat. "Haven't seen much of anyone unless I hunt them down right now, between my own work and everyone else's."

There was a physical toll being taken on her again, and it was starting to show. Her make up was slightly smeared around her eyes, and she lacked her usual lipstick. Her usually brushed clean hair was tied up in a pony tail to keep it out of her face, and the bags under her eyes could be seen despite her attempt to cover them with foundation or concealer.

"Anyway. How've you been recovering from the march chaos?"