BOOK 3 of the ORPHIC Series
CHURLISH
/ˈCHərliSH/
marked by a lack of civility.
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Lucille 'Lucy' Opal Baker finds herself in the 21 century sporting the title of Aunt while lugging along h...
Out of boredom, and lack of motivation to write the next chapter, though I promise I'm working on it, I decided to write this semi-artistic piece about Klause and his origin.
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K L A U S E
Context: Klause was not supposed to be such a prominent character, but since he seems to always be there, I decided to give him a firmer backstory.
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"We are all strange. We just become good at pretending to be normal."
Sicily, Italy December, 1984
SCRATCH.
SCRATCH.
HIS FINGER CURLED around the golden bar in front of him, his nail catching the hardwood floor. His eyes flicked across the room, once, twice, three times. His eyes returned to stare at the floor, before they journeyed across the room, once, twice, three times. His finger curled around the golden bar again, his nail catching the hardwood floor–
Scratch.
Scratch.
Scra–
Footsteps. Heavy foot falls echoing from the thick soles of a boot. His finger uncurled around the golden bar in front of him, bringing his hand to his chest. Dark eyes peered through short curtains of hair. There was something dangerous coming near–
Someone.
He shifted in his golden cage, crouching as the hairs on the back of his neck rose. His head just barely brushed up against the bars, giving him only an inch of room. He remained low to the ground, his hands pressed against the floor. Dark eyes peered through short curtains of hair. There was something dangerous coming near–
Someone.
The footsteps didn't stop for the doors, but they never needed to. The doors always opened for him. His dark eyes dropped to the floor the moment the lights flicked on. He didn't press into the back of his cage, even if he wanted to. That was not allowed, and would never be allowed. He was supposed to bow to this man, but he would defy him.
He had to.
His sister was dead because of him, so the least he could do was defy the man who was supposed to be his master. His eyes tracked the older man, his legs drawing nearer and nearer towards his cage. The man lowered himself to his height, and he kept his eyes locked onto the dark blue eyes staring back at him. The older man's lips curled into a sneer, reaching for a thin device.
