A/N: Omygsohal;ksdjf;adfj, so many reads Im gonna die!!!!!!
PLEEEEAASE TELL ME IF YOU LIVE OUTSIDE THE USA!!!!!!!! I fangirl so hard!!! I just met someone from the Netherlands a few days ago!! I didn't even know that really existed!! I thought that that was all Captain Hook and Peter Pan and...and I'll shut up now before I show people how stupid I really am.
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Okay, I guess you can read now.
CHAPTER NINE:
Whispers and Shadows
She was considered one of the most heartbreakingly beautiful symbols of all time, her presence the source of legend and lore throughout the ages, but the wind took no notice of what was said of her. Rather, she enjoyed sending her gentle breezes to soothe truth from tired eyes; she took pleasure in the personal dealings of the humans below her, much more than the outwardly social or masking political lies they told.
Passing over a blond boy covered in what looked like some sort of chocolatey liquid, she sputtered a chuckle and leaned closer. He was cursing under his breath, however, he didn’t seem truly angry as much as just annoyed.
“Sometimes I could just- If he wasn’t so- Aaaaaaah!” if she’d had a mouth by which to do so, the wind would have smiled at his awkward muttering.
He had a lilting edge to his voice which she found oddly appealing as well.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid!...”
But she enjoyed the mellow Irish accent of the male for only a moment before tuning and sending her ear farther on.
Having no lover of her own, the wind shamelessly took part in any romantic interaction that she could reach, gaining great satisfaction from any and every part she played. And, however intriguing, the blond man was alone.
As the moon rose ever higher in its blanket of blue, the air’s silent whisper found it’s first set of partners. There was tension between the two and, undeniably interested, the wind began absentmindedly playing with the girl’s sticky brown hair.
“Jace, I am sick of-”
“I didn’t know you were going to be under the stage, I swear!” the boy said, but she was suddenly walking swiftly away, looking for a certain house or hotel number as she pointedly ignored the man following her, “Last I checked, it was only-”
“Jacen Brandon West, I am about this close to- to-,” she stuttered as the sticky substance dripped down her cheeks to hit the already splattered area of her chest, “Aaaggh!”
“Oh, come on, Em!”
“‘Come on?!’ ‘Come on?!?!’ You just dumped pudding all over me! For the second time! Don’t you dare ‘come o-”
“Custard.”
“...What?”
“It was custard, the first time,” seeing her face morph at his words, the man tried to backstep to defense instead of correction, “And this time it was totally an accident. It was meant for Matthew! I didn’t even know you were com-”
“This ti-?!?!” she stopped mid-sentence and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, “Jace,” it was said almost like a question, but not like she expected an answer. Her fingers rose to rub her temples, as if she had an oncoming headache.
He opened his mouth to respond and she just held up a hand to stop him, before bringing the hand back to her head.
The wind, though amused, was easily bored, and set out on her next searching quest.
