It's hot in the late afternoon. On our way back, not much was said. Violeta walked back to the village and I followed behind her. I said what was on my mind, although not that many words came to me. The forest looked different in the afternoon.
The path towards the village became familiar. Violeta strolled effortlessly, she went a little further ahead then looked back at me, her head tilted to the side.
"Come to my place, yeah?" she asks.
We continued along she adjusts her mask, making sure its comfortable. She's excited about the power core, checking if it's ok in her satchel. She looks back, her mask is elegant and easy. She chuckles to herself during quiet moments.
"Okay, sure," I said.
The pair leaped over the stone wall. They really need to make it taller, he thinks. They round the corner, out of the alley. It's nice to be back in town, perhaps even for just a short while, he thinks. It's a welcomed change, the village had a heartbeat unlike the cold embrace of an unknown forest.
"This way, come on." she only glances backward to make sure I'm still here, behind her.
She leads me around an old run down apartment building, Through another dark alleyway, she then leaps up a fire escape, then pulling herself up on the steel platform. Violeta unlatches the ladder on the fire escape, gently lowering it down to me.
"How awfully kind." I look up at her.
"Watch your step, madam." She grins.
We hoist up the ladder and climb the steps upwards, 3 floors from the ground floor. Violeta pushes up on one of the windows, white curtains follow the breeze outward. She then proceeds to swan dive inside crashing into something, toppling it over, whatever "it" is.
"Come on in, the waters fine!" she says.
I put one leg over the window sill, then the next.
My eyes adjust to find a warmly lit apartment. Papers line the wall, including various pictures, news clippings, and old record sleeves from an ancient time. Starry lights hang over her bed which is small and well tended to. In the corner is a small workbench, the components from a past project are scattered on the surface.
She looks up at me from the floor with an innocent smile, knees bent. She sits on her heels, flipping her mask off. Her hair is tangled and messy from being out all day.
"Welcome to my humble abode," she stands, arms up. Walking over to a corner where a kitchenette seems to be installed. She reaches into the cupboard getting a glass jar filled with yellow dried petals.
"Chamomile okay?" she asks. "Take it easy, sit down, make yourself at home my dude."
She sets the water to boil.
Blue Boy looks around feeling calm and yet cautious. He takes off his cloak and throws it over her small sofa. He notices the large scratch marks on the cushions as if some large wild beast thought it was its prey. Odd, he thinks. He falls into it.
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Blue Boy
Fantasy✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄ A young blue folk drifts in search of something else. ✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄ A fanfiction set in one of my absolute favorite video games, Hyper Light Drifter. There is a race of blue folk in this world and this particula...
