Middle of the Week Motivation

Cold, Dead Love

The blonde haired figure took aim at the man in the black clothes, sitting in his throne of darkness, unaware. The blondes wings fluttered slightly and his drew back the bow, squeezing his left eyes shut, determined not to miss. He left go, the arrow soaring through the air, but it was suddenly frozen, seemingly stuck in a lime green mist.

"Nice try, Felix." A cold sounding voice rang out, a pale hand now visible from behind the throne. The hand curled up into a fist before resuming its positing on the arm of the chair, the arrow crumbling into dust and falling on the ground in pieces.

"Awww, come on Jack." The angel whined, smiling slightly as he fluttered around the back of the throne and into sight of the green haired king.

The icy blue eyed man looked over the God of love, rolling his eyes at the other angels seemingly giddy appearance.

"You know it won't work." Jack pointed out. "Your arrows hurt more than they help. I'd be dead if I couldn't heal myself."

Felix laughed. "Was that your attempt of humor?" The angel teased. Jack stared unimpressed at the blue eyed Angel in front of him. Felix smiled. "Oh, come on, don't be such a downer. I know you get lonely down here."

"I'm king of the underworld, I'm meant to be lonely."

"That doesn't mean you have to like it. Trust me, I know your love life, you have a crush and I can prove it."

"Unless you want to eat some food and stay here forever, I suggest you leave."

"Ok, ok. I get it. I've put stayed my welcome. Got it. I'll be back to visit though. I know you secretly like me."

"Get. Out."

"Ok, ok, I'm going, I'm going." And in a flash of pink, the angel was gone.

Jack sighed, leaning his head back in his chair. He was trying not to let what that stupid angel said get to him. So what, he can admire things from afar, what's the problem with that? The problem was the exact thing Jack was struggling with, and that Felix certainly didn't help with, addiction. Love is addicting, there's no question about that. And the problem with watching from afar, is that one day, that won't be enough.

Mark sat in the field his delicate silver crown sitting amongst the strands of raven hair on his head. He smiled kindly over to the small girl who sat next to him, who shyly smiled back. Ruby didn't say anything, quite frankly she couldn't, and much to Marks distress that's why she was out here, away from the city, all alone. None of the royalty liked it, not his father or mother or older brother, but the people of the city couldn't find enough kindness in their hearts to care for the mute girl. So they didn't.

Mark's family had tried to get her to stay in the city, they had even tried keeping her in the castle with them, but she was treated with so much disrespect, that it was safer for her to stay in the wild. Mark had build her a little place to stay, and tiny house to live in, and while she could cook some, Mark came once a day to give her company and supply her with food. They were making flower crowns now, hers were much better than his though. Mark watched her with his chocolate eyes, smiling softly to himself. He enjoyed watching her grow, it almost felt like she was his own child. Maybe one day. Maybe...

Her amber eyes suddenly flicker up to him as she held out the finished flower crowns for him to take, the bright pinks and deep blues creating quite a beautiful work of art. She was wearing the white dress he had got her for her birthday, or the day they thought was her birthday. She had wavy red hair that ran down to her waist, since no one was willing to cut it. Mark offered, but she informed him that she liked it long, which Mark was secretly thankful. She had taught him how to braid her hair, and sometimes they'd just sit there for hours, Mark running his fingers through her red strands, soothing her by playing with her hair.