'Twinkle, twinkle little star
How I wonder who you are.'
With the birth of every child a star is born. The being's life force powers the star and it burns as long as the child's influence is present. This is the unbreakable law o...
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"How did you-," Hera's gaze shifted from the orange eyed man to the roof below her. And then to the man again. "You know what? Fuck it. Never mind," she waved her hand as if she was dismissing a kid who stole her stash of candies.
He raised his eyebrows, looking slightly amused at her careless response. Ignoring him, Hera walked over to the other corner of the roof. She rested her elbows on the brick railing. As her eyes followed the lighting dancing at the distance she mentally made a list in her head.
Let's see, in the course of a week she has...slept with a demon.
Swallowed demon meat which tastes like shit by the way.
Had glass crammed into her body.
Oh, and let's not forget the creepy little kid who talks to ghost.
When she compared this dude with a crappy sense of fashion who randomly appeared out of nowhere with all that, it didn't faze her that much. At least not as much as it should have.
Her gaze shifted back to the man. He seemed to be happily minding his own buisness, staring at the sky, pretending she wasn't even there. For now the only thing about him that told Hera to stay away was the that he was deranged enough to come out in public looking like a tomato possessed by a demon. And don't even get her started on the orange contacts. His eyes are glowing, literally. And not 'my hair is sparkling' kind of glowing. More like the 'I just stuck two torches on my face where my eyes are supposed to be' kind of glowing.
Somebody call an exorcist.
Hera blinked. When she opened her eyes he was gone.
What the-
"Didn't your parents tell you it's rude to stare?," the voice was coming from beside her. "I know I'm kind of irresistable to look at but still-"
"Jesus," Hera jumped backwards, putting as much distance between the tomato and her. Water splashed up to her ankles as her boots landed on the puddles. "How the fuck do keep randomly popping out of nowhere?"
Lighting stroke once more, this time a little too close. The blue flash disappeared when she blinked, and so did the man. "You shouldn't be standing here. It's dangerous," the deep voice coming from behind her managed to be heard over the deafening sound of the clouds grinding against each other. He had a strange accent Hera couldn't quite recognize.
"Do you know how many people get hit by a lightning? One out of fifty thousand. I have no idea who you are, not that I care. But I just walked two freaking miles from home to get to this place. And you know why? So I don't have to deal with people yelling at me about how I'm going to be that one out of those fifty thousand people who gets burned into crisp by that," she pointed her thumb to the growling sky. "I've had a really crappy day. Actually no, a really crappy week. And I need this. So please go find someplace else to dreamily stare at the sky."
