The Bladed Rose

Chapter eighteen: Death to you

             Sigh.... I hate this. I hate writing it. I hate thinking about it. I hate this. In this chapter is where all I've built comes to inevitably crashing down on my fragile glass skull. Yet even though I am fragile I am yet still here. Sadly. I start this by waking to the sound of fracturing glass. Now of course I scream because I know what this means and because I guess I've developed a kind of triggerable trauma from the breaking of glass?? I dunno. I screamed, people were alerted.

    Immediately shouts, and a bit of thumping as Jax fell off of his bed were heard. I heard a "Oops!" among all this, belonging to the one and only Marzia. I could feel that she wasn't at my side and immediately looked towards the source of the sound. She was worriedly, and slightly scared, hovering over a broken glass object, being so shattered I couldn't tell was it originally was.

   I shake my head some and get into a calmer state, "W-what did you b-break?" I asked, somewhat still shaken.

   Jax walked over to us, examining the broken glass and getting something to clean it up. "A-a glass..." So literally a glass glass?

   Then Jax shouted slightly "One of my only fancy glasses!" He seemed slightly livid.

   "A-at least I didn't break the others! Sorry! I just wanted to look at it..." Marzia apologized.

   "Stop bickering please. It hurts my ears. It's fine to look at something but not fine to look with your hands, just your eyes. Unless given permission of course. Anyway... we're awake now, I suppose." I sigh and relax some.

   "Sorry.. But I don't really need permission to look at you now do I~" Jax hearing this said to me took a double take. Damn, is this some kind of coping mechanism?? I don't fucking know, wasn't quite expecting it either so I turned red a bit and shook my head stating that, no she doesn't need permission to 'look' at me.

   She giggled, grinning while a slightly shocked Jax shook his head muttering a bit under his breath and went to make breakfast. The pups that were yipping from being awoken my my yell had been calmed down by their mother, and their father who has raced in at said scream went over to greet them, after giving me a glare. Marzia then came over and sat down next to me, effectively cuddle trapping me as she is wont to do when she is feeling very affectionate but not really horny.

   I cuddle back, happy to be with her really. Also, fun fact, after the whole pirate debacle we've only done the dirty once. Reason being, I'm still a pussy and need to be properly intoxicated to really do anything, otherwise I'm a rag doll for her own personal use... On retrospect that sounds odd. But the analogy works. Anyway.

   After a while Jax finished making some more deer soup, wait did he put berries in it? Oh, it is his amazing Berry Deer Stew! He ladled out the stew for everyone into bowl, putting some on the floor for the pups to reach again, and everyone dug in exclaiming praises and happiness. Now that I think about it for a minute, I've never heard the pups speak, even if they seem to now know the alphabet thanks to me. Are they just to young to talk yet or were they born before Silver was made magic? Or does the fact he was made magic and not born with a bit of magic like Shade effect that? I'm really asking to many questions like Marzia... oh well! I'll have to ask later. After everyone was satisfied and a still happy Marzia, still in euphoria from the delicious food, gathered up the dishes to wash. She tripped on her way to the 'sink' Jax had made and bumped into the glass shelf, causing another glass to fall and break.

   Now of course, as previously established, I have something of a trauma involving the sound of breaking glass. I don't like it. So with that knowledge, please understand my reaction of screaming like a little girl for about half a second.