the siren † john seed

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The woman had a yellow apron on. She doesn't know where it came from, she just found it under the sink when she moved in.

She wiped her horribly messy hands on it, her face twisting into disgust as the batter left a red splotch on her hand.

She was trying to make cupcakes, she dyed it red because it's a fairly pretty colour.

Her kitten Cherri was laying on the marble countertops while watching her mom make a mess.

"Cherri no!" Yelled she when Cherri licks the bit of batter off of her paw.

Cherri was adorable and all, but she was full-on annoying, playing with the cords and everything she could get her claws on.

She put the cupcake pan into the oven, crossing her fingers and hoping it'll taste good.

Halfway done her cooking, the t.v suddenly turns on and starts playing something on full blast.

She covers her ears as her kitten and her bird start screeching, scared of the loud t.v.

It was chaos.

The woman runs to the small dinosaur t.v, and unfortunately, her footing wasn't very good, so she ended up on her face in front of the t.v.

She sits up, wincing and clutching at her leg.

After a couple more seconds of her almost crying, she looks to the t.v and to her luck, she sees the man again.

This time she could admire him more closely, as her staring wouldn't be odd.

And gosh was he pretty. His dazzling eyes were darkened to a deeper blue, it suiting him.

She was thirsty, and boy was that man a tall glass of water.

She didn't seem to pay attention to the contents of the video, and suddenly it ended with a gate looking thing with the words "yes" written on it.

She shrugged it off. She just wanted to daydream about that walking piece of heaven called a man.

She got up off the floor and sighed. She swam in her thoughts about a world away from earth, only her and the man resided on it.

Her thoughts stopped abruptly when she thought about her cupcakes. She scrambled to pull it out of the oven, burning her hand in the process.

"Ah!" She gasped, delicately placing her fingers onto the reddened skin. She sucked in a harsh breath, clenching her fists at the mark.

She was horrible at sucking in injuries. She could never wrap her head around the thought of her getting a burn or scrape.

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She found herself at Fall's End. She was wearing a white veil and a wedding dress.

She doesn't know why she desired to put it on. She walked along the street barefoot and cold.

Maybe she was practising.

Her dress was ripped and covered in mud.

She went inside a bar she didn't recognize. Heads were once again turned her way, and her cheeks flushed red.

She sat down at the front, resting her hands on the counter. The people examined her soiled dress, confused about who this woman was.

"Are you real?" A man asks her, sitting just across her. "Or are you that drug workin' on me?"

She tilted her head, resembling a confused dog. "Drug?"

The man leaned closer to her, putting two fingers on her arm. "Y'know, bliss...that drug used by them Peggies?"