the siren † john seed

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Liquorice slept until noon, when she rolled over a sharp pain went through her chest. She grunted, sitting up and clutching her chest.

She inhaled deeply, feeding the sharp pain.

Eventually it soothed to a duller pain. Liquorice brushed it off, as she felt the same thing a couple days ago. She was almost fully used to it.

She remembered what had happened last night, John telling her about things she deeply wished she didn't ask to hear. She was already expecting to feel a great pain in the upcoming days, as she would officially, fully join with the Project.

Thinking about it made her sad. She was still scared for the family she left behind, but she tried not to think too deeply about it, The Project was going to be her new family.

Liquorice got dressed in her usual attire, a dress. This dress had little bright flowers on it, and she paired it with a plain white headband to push her long, raven hair away from her face. She forgot the pleasure of dressing in dresses and having this moment alone to admire it. The dress was a bit more loose than usual, but Liquorice shook it off.

She sprayed the french perfume she always had, but never wore, onto her body, the strong scent filling her nose immediately.

When she enters the main area of John's house, she spots John with a book in his hands.

She smiles at him.

John looks up from his book when he senses someone else in the room. A small smirk creeps onto his lips.

He stands from his spot on the couch and makes his way to Liquorice.

"Why do you look so good today, doll?" John's eyes scan the small woman's body with a raised eyebrow. Liquorice resembled a doll in every perfect way, hence the nickname.

Liquorice smiles uncomfortably. First John calls her Lana, and is picking up on the "Doll."

"Please don't call me doll, J." Liquorice says softly to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "And I don't look good everyday?"

John clears his throat. "My bad." He grabs the woman by the waist and pulls her closer to him, drowning in the expensive scent she wore.

"I'm going to visit a friend today, J." Liquorice says, out of breath.

John noticed this immediately. He was concerned, but didn't question it. "Of course." John nods slightly. "Come have some toast, Lana."

John pulls Liquorice by her hand to a kitchen, where the bread lay on the counter along with some jam, peanut butter, honey and butter.

John rubs the back of his neck. "I did not know what you like on your toast." He admits, sheepishly.

Liquorice laughs at the sight. The containers were laid out beside each other behind the bread.

She scrunches up her nose.

"Laughing hurts." She quietly says, more to herself than to the man.

Liquorice sits down onto a stool, looking between the different spreads.

"Jam is too sugary, peanut butter is too thick, and butter is too plain." Liquorice grabs the honey from its spot between the peanut butter and the butter.