Carnal Outbursts

The Son Of Saturn

The day, her day, began like all the other blindingly mediocre days she spent on Earth. As the morning sun rose softly, a blanket of white light illuminated her bedroom. The type of pure light that results from a thick filter of clouds against the sun.

The sky, a united platinum color, almost seemed to create an even more dreary atmosphere then a normal cloudy morning. Under that a small, groggy child was awakened by the overpowering glow coming from her bedroom window. With messy bed head and crusty eyes the girl rolled out of bed. She pulled the covers along with her to shield her frail body from the wood flooring.

Chilly from the night, her floor fogged up with each touch. It seemed she, narrowly unaware of her growing consciousness, enjoyed the sound of her almost sticky fingers separating from the furnished wood. She spent a moment like that, her torso still resting half on the bed, content to feel the cool against her cheek.

With a newfound vigor she rose from the floor and beelined to her closet. If she wasn't mistaken, today she was supposed to take a small trip to the bakery. Recently she'd seen some darling pinstriped fondant cakes in pink and blue. Though, she wasn't particularly fond of any specific taste in food, she enjoyed anything cute.

Life was a dull ménage a trois between her, time and death. Nothing more then a unruly party that ended when death came. The only thing that made life worth trudging through were the small, sparkling and infinitely exciting cute things to be found and worn. Gladly she'd throw all her money into a charm or stuffed animal if only to temporarily fill the growing void in her chest. She'd taken a liking to the Lolita fashion style and dedicating her time to adorable fashion helped to curb boredom.

Today's outfit was a medley of clouds and sailboats dancing around the hem of her skirt. After completing the whole nine yards of decor, from rose patterned pantyhose, to the intricate pendants resting tightly to her chest, she finished preparing her outfit and headed downstairs.

She carried her trusty lace purse with her past the kitchen, and before leaving, resolved to grab the cute white parasol she had purchased on Monday. It would go well with the outfit. For a moment she scoured the downstairs area in search of it before remembering. A slow recollection of blood and grotesque noises filled her head.

She was out the door before she could place what the memory was in reference to.

The long walks to downtown were solemn and somewhat draining, as the girl did not enjoy being stared at, despite her fashion choices. Tight gazes held by onlookers made her dizzy and uncomfortable. However loosing hold of herself would be bad. When she blacked out things got, bad.

Hurriedly she reached her destination, paying for her cakes and carrying the elegant packages out into the sidewalk. Her prize, her reason to endure the stares was far more overpowering then any level of discomfort. As she raised the lid to peer down at her own personal art pieces, a shoulder gently pushed past her own. Subtle, and overall unmemorable encounter, something about the touch was captivating.

She lifted her head to spot a boy. A plain boy with a grim expression and shaggy hair. With hands squarely in his pockets, he passed her without even a slight glance.

The girl was starstruck. Not by his plain features or average height, in fact there was nothing special about his outer appearance to be memorized by. Yet something in his eyes, his touch, his presence lured her in.

Unbeknownst to him, the lolita girl hurriedly trailed behind him and kept up with the brisk pace at which he traveled. At an intersection he unwillingly stopped, impatiently tapping his foot as he waited for the light to change.

He knew the chances of finding Sora were slim, the idea of relenting was horrific. He couldn't leave her to wander alone and such a wide space especially not when it was such a good opportunity to learn more about her and what she liked. With her reserved and thoughtful personality, information like that was hard to come across.