the siren † john seed

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Liquorice sat on moonlit grass, adoring the pale half moon in the dark skies. The stars in the sky blended into the sky as golden glitter swivels.

There was a light fog, which made the night seem eerie and endless. Liquorice loved this.

Liquorice wore a light blue cotton strapless dress that reached to her knees and she had blue butterfly pins in her dark hair. Her feet were left bare as they sank into the dark grass.

Her cheeks were a light shade of red as she had wine earlier, her mind in a tipsy state.

"You are like hundred percent drunk. Lana what are you doing out here?" A voice interrupts her dizzy thoughts. She turns to face the man.

"I'm looking at the moon." Liquorice says in a dreamy voice. Maybe it was slurred, but she didn't pay attention to it. "What're you doing here and how'd you find me?"

John sits beside her. In his hands he held a pair of white heels. "It was not hard finding you and you were not far from my house."

Liquorice soon zoned out as he continued to talk about her drunken state. She began dreaming awake and completely out of her body. She dreamt of endless fields of wild flowers, and in these fields were John and Liquorice.

"Are you even listening?" He asks her as she stares blankly at the moon. She looks dead as she just stares straight at the moon, not blinking.

"I like you Lana. Even if you keep ignoring me." He pulls Liquorice's head to his chest and just embraces her. "I hope one day you can tell me what you dream of when you do this."

Liquorice felt her heart flutter. She hated herself for growing so attached to him. She wanted to cry.

So she did.

Liquorice loved to cry. She loved crying in people's arms as they whisper countless words into her ear lovingly. She just hated crying around the wrong people.

Liquorice felt John's grip on her grow a little tighter as he heard a whimper come from her.

"I think it is late, what do you think about heading back?" He asks softly, leaving a small kiss onto her forehead.

"No. I want to stay here and get moon drunk." She says stubbornly, slurring her words as her eyelids began to grow heavy. She tried desperately to blink the tired from her eyes.

"I'm interested. While you do that, tell me about Liquorice."

"Who's Liquorice? I only know Lana." Liquorice replies lazily, pushing her cheek into John as she leaned against him. "I'm too tired to talk about Liquorice."

"Want to head inside?" He asks again.

"No." She replies in that stubborn tone again. "I'm not moon drunk enough."

He nods.

"J?"

"Yes, Lana?"

"Tell me about John Seed." Liquorice shifts. "Tell me about all the stories you have dancing around in that head of yours. I'm all ears."

"Maybe another time. This is not a good time."

Liquorice sits properly, pulling herself from his embrace to look at him.

"Why?" Liquorice asks softly, watching as he began to grow uncomfortable. "I don't care if you did something bad. Whatever you say can't change my way of seeing you."

"Liquorice please let it go."

"Why?" Liquorice asks. "What's so horrible about John Seed?"

"Nothing. It is just I do not want to be reminded of that stuff." He states. "I would prefer to stay in the present with you."

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