heaven was wrong // fillie

his mistress

i still have no idea why he ran off last night. he puzzled me. he does things with no warning what so ever, he's so damn reckless. he had the calm face of the ocean, and the wild eyes of a storm.

truly a mystery.

i had to learn more about him if he was ever going to get what i needed out of being his mistress.

i mean, he already knew plenty about me.

he searched my memories after all.

and what happened to me "always being at his side"? where was he now?

"finn?" i called out yet again. i sat still in bed, my pajamas on.

"yes, what do you want." he answered sternly as he came into view, that hard expression resting on his face.

"i want to know more about you, finn." i told him as i stood up and crossed my arms. "if we're going to be going through this adventure together, i gotta know what goes on in that head of yours." i pushed my finger to his curls.

"well ah, what do you want to know?" he asked as if no ones ever wanted to know what he thought. he spoke almost bashfully.

"why did you storm out last night? i didn't mean to upset you. not at all. or force you into anything for that matter." i looked at him as i tried to convey a look of openness towards him.

"i've had mistresses in the past. they weren't the best." he failed to meet my eyes. he just looked to the floor. he usually wasn't like this.

"what did they do to you?" i asked with some kind of rage bubbling up inside me.

"ya know there's a reason i got so sensitive when you touched my wings. and my halo." he spoke with almost no emotion, he looked numb.

"finn." i said seriously.

"what?" he snapped, clearly annoyed.

"turn around." i demanded.

"excuse me?" he looked almost offended at the words.

"i said turn around," i looked at him with a hard expression.

he looked like he was beginning to resist. a yellow light surrounded his body, it forced him around. he let out a grunt, almost as if he was struggling. i blinked at the sight. what was that light?

it became clear to me then that his wings bared many scars. whips, guns, knifes. marks of any other weapon you could ever dream of.

"who did this to you?" i clenched my fist. i didn't even really like this guy and yet, someone hurting him lit a fire in me. maybe it was because of what happened to my mother, im not sure.

"like i said, past mistresses did not treat me well. the whole binding process is very painful." he grimaced at the memory. he shivered.

"binding process?" i cocked my head at him.

he sighed deeply. "last night, when you kissed me, we became binded. when i thought of disobeying you earlier, i was forced to no matter what i wanted to do originally. because we are binded." he faced toward me now. he looked into my eyes.

i looked down to hide my blushing face. "oh, i-i i'm sorry finn. i didn't mean to hurt you."

"well it cannot be helped." he spoke as he rearranged books on a shelf. this guy could not stay still.

"you weren't always this obedient , were you?" i asked him as i followed him around the room, he continued to clean. most likely a nervous habit of his. he didn't seem to be used to people picking his brain.

"you saw right through me. i wasn't always an angel ether." he looked completely bored with this conversation.

"really? tell me more" i felt like a little kid sharing secrets. i liked learning about him.

"i was moved up to my position because i was forgotten by everyone in the living world. and really i never belonged where i was in the first place anyways." we now sat in chairs in the dining room, directly across from each other. he took a sip of blood red wine.

i contemplated asking him more but, something told me that was enough for today. he may look unbothered, but, something told me he was.

"oh and i forgot to mention something." he stood as he swished around the remaining red liquid in the glass.

"what is it?" i stared up at him from my seat.

"we'll be moving to a new location." he ran his hand across the head board of my chair. "this one just does not suit my tastes." he twirled the ends of my hair absentmindedly.

"i mean, you sure are one high class guy." i rolled my eyes, speaking sarcastically as i made air quotes with my fingers.

he let out a laugh, followed by a smirk. with the snap of his fingers, a castle appeared in front of us. the cottage has disappeared. we stood outside of it.

i felt like i had just been sucked through a time loop.

i placed my hand on my head. it hurt.

"do you ever walk?" i asked, panting slightly.

"you'll get used to teleportation in no time." he said as he hid a laugh. teleportation? at this point, i wasn't even surprised.

he held his hand out to me.

"shall we?" he said. i smiled slightly, i took his hand. the doors unfolded before us.

like everything else, it was completely white. the door was a large, marble, draw bridge. the water that ran below it was clear and beautiful. fish jumped and small angel like creatures took drinks of the ever-flowing water.

inside stood statues of various gods from greek mythology. this place sure was sure fit for a high ranked angel. a large, double stair case was at the center of the room, right behind a fountain of holy water.

finn stopped in front of me, he wore his all white suit and white boots. his hair, curly and lazy looking. his face polished and his jaw sharp. his hands where folded behind his back. he had this pristine look in his eye.

he looked me up and down before speaking. "we have got to get you out of clothes, miss brown."

"and what is that supposed to mean?" i said, flustered.

"have you seen what you're wearing? no mistress of mine is going to look such a wreck." he snapped his fingers, his back to me. suddenly, i was surrounded.

i looked at him. i was pissed. and i knew he could tell. he snickered at me.

"you'll thank me later, lovely mistress of mine."