Hard Time's

slow dying flower

Oh good, you're still here now if you remember a few chapters back I was gonna kill us off and I'd the idea of killing Cruella. I like to think Cruella is out of character evil and to be fair it was her first nature and we all need a villain to believe in. On with the show.You did it you killed Cruella De Vil the scary part is you don't care you don't feel any remorse. You peer over to see her. Cruella lies sprawled on a table that previously had been covered with food she's alive just unconscious. Good for you in a way as one is best not murdering so openly. You stare down at her your lips pursed your face emotionless. Guess we have that killer instinct the Baroness was always talking about. Jasper is taken away in an ambulance and Cruella by the police for her crimes against the Baroness.

Luckily being the Baroness's favourite has its perks and no one questions Cruella's little fall. You walk around the room after the guests are ushered out its empty apart from staff picking up spoiled food. You sigh wrapping your arms around yourself. Your Medusa design didn't get its moment of glory but that's the least of your worries right now. From afar the Baroness watches you she's changed back to her normal wardrobe. She looks at you sadly and then leaves.The Baroness is not around Hellman Hall for the next few days or the office you don't know what is going on. Just like that, she appears one day, hair styled in a wrap sunglasses on, resting bitch face activated she walks right past you to her office. This pisses you off big time and you go after her. 'Where the fuck have you been?!' you demand throwing the door open. 'Giving you space, giving you time, waiting to see if anyone popped by about the death of our dear departed friend Fredrick Grayson.' she lists. 'I resent that! I'm not a snitch!'

The Baroness sets her bag down nervously fiddling with the handles she takes off the sunglasses, she looks awful. Like she's not slept or stopped crying in days. You immediately soften. 'We've run our course haven't we? This, whatever this was.' she gestures. 'Are you breaking up with me?' you purse your lips. 'I'd rather think it'd be the other way around.' the corners of her mouth twitch, and she's nervous. 'You know what I did.' You nod. 'Yes, you protected me the same way I did you when Cruella pointed the gun.'

The baroness inclines her head. 'My way was more permanent.' You shrug. 'So what you're saying is as usual you succeeded in doing something better than everyone else. What's your point?' The baroness studies you. 'You don't care that I killed someone? I'm a murderer.' Again you shrug. 'What can I say I like a bad girl.' The baroness accepts this her lips twitch you know she's something on her mind. 'What?' She is struggling with her breathing again and you go to her gently taking her hands. 'Relax.'

The Baroness looks into your eyes. 'I'm sorry I left I just wanted to give you time to think.' Cupping her cheek you lean in kissing her lips. 'No time required I know what I want. I picked my poison and it's you.' your hand goes to her forearm. 'I wanted to see you after the Halloween ball the way they were touching you and when he grabbed you! I wanted to check you were okay.' The baroness chuckles. 'All is well with me just my pride and my dignity taking another hit at being publicly stripped.'

At this you just wish you could take all her pain away you notice the change in how she acts and she clears her throat sitting down at her desk. 'I fully understand that you would no longer like to participate in a physical relationship with me.' she starts fixing files that don't need fixing. 'It will not affect your job or our living arrangements.' You put a finger under her chin so she looks at you her eyes sparkle with tears. She has become accustomed to you, your body, your touch, your passion, and your tenderness she doesn't want to lose it.

'I'm sorry about what happened to you, and your scar-' she flinches. 'Should've been your decision to show me on your time. I don't find it hideous other than what it represents that someone hurt you.' your thumb strokes her jaw bone and her eyes flutter down feeling this. She drinks it in because she believes this to be the last time you will ever touch her. 'I'm taking the day off work, I want to plan a little something for you tonight and we can talk properly, ok?' The baroness nods but in her heart believes you are making an excuse to escape her. Leaning down you kiss her cheek.

"I'm the slow dying flowerFrost killing hourSweet turning sour and untouchableDo you remember the way that you touched me beforeAll the trembling sweetness I loved and adoredYour face saying promised whispered like prayersI don't need them"

major spice coming