"Oh Constance." Aidyn sings drawing out each word with a pestering tone in an attempt to coerce the small shy black-haired female out of hiding from the dressing room.
"Absolutely the fuck not!" She yells back her voice filled with nothing but animosity.
I take the time to look at myself in a mirror to the right of me. I wear a black hoodie with the letters "Thrasher" imprinted across the front. My sweatpants have been swapped out with a pair of navy blue jeans paired with a checker set of converse. To cover my eyes I wear simple dark sunglasses meanwhile a plain Mets hat sits backwards on my head.
I'm a Yankees fan though, I frown in dismay at the prospect of betraying my beloved baseball team.
Aidyn continues to pound his small fist impatiently against Constance's dressing room, "You know I can crawl underneath the door to get you."
Constance squeals, "Pervert!"
"Is this really necessary?" I inquire with a heavy sigh as I continue to watch Aidyn bang on the door with - now - both his fists like a child throwing a tantrum.
Aidyn stops and seemingly comes to the realisation of the childish nature of his nature. He scoffs as he straightens himself up returning back to his sophisticated demeanor. My eyes swirl with mystification at his varying personalities, but am awoken by that daze as he addresses my previous question,
"Indeed, considering you have already encountered members of The Brotherhood they surely have built a database about you so you'll have to disguise yourselves for as long as possible."
Whilst explaining his reasoning to me I hadn't noticed the dressing room door behind him creaking open to reveal my previously fuming partner. My breath catches in my throat as I take in her new appearance,
Her usual straight black hair is covered with a curly blonde wig that conveniently still covers her left eye. Instead of her typical bare-face, she has minimal black eyeliner on her eyelids and pale pink lipstick on. The biggest change to her appearance however was her lack of longer sleeves as she now stands before me in a white and yellow plaid sundress that flares out playfully towards the bottom revealing her pale skin.
Unable to speak I continue to stare at her wordlessly as she shyly looks towards the floor avoiding eye contact with both Aidyn and I. However, a moment later her eyes hesitantly meet mine causing my heart to pound rapidly inside my chest while I inhale sharply.
The characteristic coldness in her eyes has disappeared and is replaced with a newfound emotion I was not accustomed to seeing within her. It is almost unreadable but I swear I see fresh vulnerability overtake her.
Before I can further process Constance's new look, Aidyn breaks out with a howling laughter,
"Wow I never thought I'd see the day Constance Ziana Cynric wore a dress, I was almost certain for our wedding she would just roll out of bed in sweats."
The vulnerability I had noticed early has completely disappeared and instead a dark murderous aura surrounds her. She narrows her eyebrows at the cackling king her silver eyes blazing with rage,
"I'll kill you." She states plainly, but it was enough to send chills down my spine. Aidyn is clearly shaken by her words as well as he cuts his laughter with a nervous strings of coughs before speaking,
"Uh, yes, of course, back to sending you off on your mission. Follow me." He begins to walk away but looks over his shoulder once more making sure the seething girl was a considerable distance from him.
Constance falls in stride next to me and I anxiously muster my courage to say something to her,
"Well, I, uh think you look really n-nice." I stammer out feeling heat rush to my cheeks as I look off to the side not wanting her to acknowledge my embarrassment.
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The Third Eye (#1)
FantasyDestroy or protect humanity? From the dawn of time humanity has known about the common five senses: Sight, Smell, Sound, Touch, and Taste. However, history seems to forget about the presence of the sixth sense -- or more formally known as the "awake...
