somethingspontaneous
It was obvious. Almost as if there was a flashing neon sign covering her forehead, one which screamed : PLEASE YES ME!
Ken stared at his girlfriend, the one who was supposed to only have eyes for him, as she flashed another smile at the guy sitting a few tables over. The one, Ken noticed, only ever looked at him. He caught his eyes and, seeing him make a small gesture regarding his soon to be ex-girlfriend, snorted; which had the mystery man laughing. Which caused his girlfriend to squeal as she turned back to him.
"Babe, I'm going to go -"
"Course, love. Take your time."
She ran off to the bathroom, and Ken paid their bill. He shook his head. Too many signals in a short amount of time. It was enough to make anyone dizzy.
(More so when mystery man decided to follow him. Now that, that was something nothing could warn him of)
The small doe struggled to her feet and as her mother watched on, a soft cry of concern leaving the animals lips, the child watched them both with awe. This was amazing. This was life in motion. Although the child was barely four, they understood what life was in the simple action of a mother seeing her child age.
Another stumble to her feet, and a few tentative steps forward, and soon both mother and fawn were moving on.
The child got to their feet and giggled.
Life moved on.
So the sun was a bright blue, the water a light green; sky a shining purple while the moon shone turqouise. The little boy, all dressed in drag, looked up at the sky and hissed while his mother followed after him with a bucket of water and ice. No one knew why life was like this now. But, it was the before that didn't matter. When it was normal.
Boring.
Now was the odd, the changing, and - the way the sky seemed to shimmer when the pink clouds floated over. Before wasn't now. And now, wasn't normal.
Seemingly, it seemed to go on forever. Watching from the back of the hall, his eyes seemed dull as the verdict came through. The trial had taken far too long and, as time dragged on, he felt his gut twist.
He wasn't going to win it.
His brother, the little man he'd grown up with, was going to prison.
And as the judge glared at his cowering little (innocent, always innocent to him) brother, Damien's gut dropped.
Guilty.
Looking outside her window, Lilly smiled softly and crept out the door. It was far too early, the sun still sleeping in the clouds and the birds still dreaming of the early worm, but Lilly didn't care. Her parents slept upstairs and the little girl, clad in nothing but her nightdress, slipped out the door. Her home, a quaint little cottage tucked away in between rolling hills and ever-lasting fields, didn't say a word as the red headed girl escaped from it. Dancing on the dew wet grass, Lilly looked to the starry sky and smiled. The spring mist had enveloped the fields around her, and for the single moment - she was the centre of the world, the little ginger girl in her nightdress as light as the mist itself.
Behind him, the escorts car disappeared in an explosion of smoke and fire. Wincing, she cocked her gun and rolled behind what she hoped to be a stable wall. She knew where she had to go, because they had been debriefed about it enough.
Their one order: Save them.
Harry shook her head and dove behind another car, looking back at her brother. Together, they'd save them. She was sure of it.
Swallowing back any fear that might've lingered in her chest, she took a deep breath and kicked the door down.
She'd save them.
He growled. Eyeing the other, tied up and whimpering, something snapped within him. Something desperate, something maddening, something that screamed his longing.
Want.
He wanted that, he wanted the other, he wanted them so badly he stalked towards the poor figure, all tied up with no where to go.
He couldn't bring himself to care.
Couldn't do it.
He wanted them.
Want. Want want want.
Like a chant in his mind, he wanted. And as he neared the trembling person, he smirked.
Want.
(And he got what he wanted.)
Stable hands made sure that it was fine. The pot was ceramic and if he wasn't mistaken, it belonged to his grandmother. He'd never used it before, not until today. Brewing the tea he kept his hands stable as he gently poured the warm liquid into each of their cups. If he was to impress him, the man his parents wanted him to court, he'd have to do better than the shoddy shit he'd made the day prior. He took a deep breath in and as the golden liquid dripped out in an orderly fashion into the teacup he smiled. Perfect. He'd have a good chance yet.
It was dark, light illuminating out of the windows. Easy pickings, really. All we had to do was climb in through the window and take what we pleased. I guess the only downside was that the argument climbed and esculated and I...I...didn't handle it well. Good thing it wasn't my lodge. Good. Because then I could walk away, blood covering my person, and leave the pathetic bastards to rot with what they thought was theirs as my own.
It stared, unblinking back at me. I had one chance to do this right, one bloody chance and it brought nothing but fear into my heart. My hands were poised to write but nothing came to me. It was blank. Empty. I gulped and pressed them closer.
The screen continued to blink in the dark, taunting me.
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