Our Own World

Flesh and Bones

•Chapter 4: Flesh and Bones•

"Wow, that's great, princess," Lucas said with a smile as his fingers went over Madelaine's hair. 

Madelaine had told Lucas about the job that her uncle suggested her to do. At first, Lucas seemed hesitant to accept the job that was given to Madelaine, because he was worried that she might not succeed on the job and instead develop a lower self-esteem.

But after a while, he also thought that it could be good for her, it could give her a change that she could finally live a normal life.

"You really think so, Lucas?" She asked, looking over her shoulder to see Lucas's pretty face. "I'm not in my shoes when I'm outside with a lot of people."

"Nonsense! You'll do great." 

"How so?" She was curious.

"I can conceive, milady," Lucas began, nuzzling Madelaine's hair, 

"Somehow I know,
that out there, you'll grow
And when you put on a show,
You'll glow
Like the morning light."

Madelaine pulled away from him and shook her head,

"Oh, what ever am I going to do
Without you by my side?

What if the people there with fancy dresses and fedoras only chew,
and will cast me aside?" 

Lucas sighed and blinked at her. He wanted to listen more to her soothing voice.

"What ever am I going to do
Without you next to me?

What if they cut me open and stitch me back like I am new?

They'll spit me out, 

Yes! They'll spit me out and let me be." 

He put his hand over her's and caressed it gently. Madelaine locked eyes with him and a frown was curved by her pink lips. She couldn't imagine performing a song without Lucas. She had never sang without him. It was like he was her voice.

"Now listen, milady,

When you're there,

Don't be shaky,

Don't act crazy,

Just be steady,

Think of daises," 

He sang to her as he stood up and grabbed Madelaine's arms, pulling her to stand up.

She pulled down and shook her head slowly, "Lucas, I--"