I remember sitting inside a wooden cabin when it happened. I was staring at a pile of messy books on the ground. They were so....old and dirty, caked in mud and strange substances. As I leaned down to grab a book, a caught a tiny whiff of smoke. It smelt relaxing, so I put down the book and sat on my rough dark green bed. More smoke filled the room, and I felt myself lulled into sleep.
When I woke up, the world was set ablaze. Flames danced on the muddy books, eating at every page. Fire grew on top of a shelf with old wooden carvings I had inherited. The room was lit up as if it were a stage for the fire to perform on.
Even though I knew that it could kill me, i held out my finger to it anyway. It just felt so mesmerizing, how the reds and yellows blended together, how they shook and leaped.
I sat there watching for quite a while until a blaze jumped onto my hand, and that's what woke me up. I looked around for an exit, seeing only a window high up that was open. One issue though, the roof on top of the window was burning. And soon that exit might close as well, leaving me trapped in a cage of flames.
I vaulted up onto a nearby table half-covered in fire with a long metal stick that I never knew i had before. I grabbed the window ledge and pulled myself up, but then-
*sιΖΖʃe*
A tiny bit of flaming wood fell onto his hair, and set half of his face on fire. The pain was excruciating, like if I was being eaten alive. I tried to ignore the pain and jumped on to the hard rocky path below, hoping to not break anything.
*ɔГαcκ*
Ah shit, I would have to get that leg fixed later, but for now he needed to warn somebody...
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Espresso woke up again. That certain dream had been in his mind for quite a while now, and he wanted to get it out.
"Hey, Espressoooo!" Oh fuck, Madeleine was still here.
Espresso whipped his head around to see Madeleine polishing his armour with ESPRESSO'S SHOE POLISH, WHILE SMILING AND ACTING AS IF HE HADN'T JUST TOUCHED SOMETHING WITHOUT ASKING-
Espresso decided that life was shit, and that he would go back to sleep.
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A/N: i lost interest in crk, but i will still update this when i get the feels.
Word count: 408 because writers block
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FanfictionEspresso was ....not the true founder of coffee magic. A famous woman by the name of Americano was, but never lived long enough to carry it on. So why was Espresso seeing her in his dreams? And why was Madeleine constantly trying to inch closer to h...
