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Fuschia Butt Clouds

"Whatcha doing reaper?" Grim looked up from behind the horse pulled cart where he was packing the bags to look up at me with suspicious look. His eyes narrowed as he scanned my body.

"What went wrong?"

"Nothing has to go wrong for me to wonder what you're doing." Shifting my gaze to the floor, I dropped my voice to a mumble. The constant ache of my runes were annoying me and guilt plagued my heart. The woman didn't deserve that but my pocket watch meant to much to me.

"Don't lie to me Avi. Your runes are still glowing. Hell, I bet you would've run to me if it wasn't for the corset you have to wear." My teeth hurt as I ground them together.

"Shut up."

"Be a good cookie like you said and climb into the cart." The conversation was over. Grey tiles separated me and Grim although it felt like a million miles. We'd waited for weeks, been together for as long as possible yet it wasn't enough for either of us.

The fold out steps of the cart didn't scream inviting. Whatever the steps were screaming was muffled by my heels as I climbed into the cart. The inside was decorated head to toe with ribbons and roses, an ornate show of wealth among the upper classes. All it did for me was make me gag and then choke from the lack of air that left me with. Despite the awful decor, the seats were like clouds and my ass was in heaven which was a perfect distraction from the corset digging into my ribs.

Fake roses lined the bottom of each window and I was surprised to find a note tacked to the underside of the flowers. The paper was fancy and the name on the front was written in delicate calligraphy. The interest I found in it quickly vanished as well of appreciation of the cloud seats.

"Chocolate chip." With his foot halfway into the cart, Grim turned to me with an eyebrow raised. "Chocolate chip is a good type of cookie, right? Partially plain but with a twist. You don't know whether the chocolate is bitter or sweet until you bite down."

Grim's face softened as he hauled himself into the cart and onto the hideous fuschia seats. "I'll miss that odd fascination you have with food."

A lurch and we set off with both of us sitting in the silence we nearly always end up in after we both can't be bothered continuing the conversation or it naturally comes to a stop. Rows of shops and dull grey streets eventually grew boring as they always do when you've been unimpressed with that side of the country for years. No matter the amount of trees they planted, it would always be ugly.

Black sprites danced off of my finger as I tried a futile attempt at keeping myself entertained. The sprites flitted about and fought with each other until a smile pulled at my face. An idea poked at my brain.

One asleep Grim, no one watching my actions and a horrible coloured cart with fuschia butt clouds. It meant only one thing.

Time for some redecorating.