My Fairy King

A Persian Popinjay and A Kitten

July 27th 1971

*Cadences POV*

I hate people sometimes.  

I really do.

Its hard for me to hate people nearly impossible but once I do that's it and I cant anymore.  I looked at my brand knew pointe shoes that had been ruined by a friend who found it funny to write 

"Fag"

On them with marker.  I' m not even gay!  How could someone be like that!?  To top everything off it was raining in July!  I walked into a little stall in Kensington Market just trying to find anything to take my mind off this because currently I'm pissed.

Sitting there was a blonde person with blue eyes.  Quite pretty for a boy.  "Hello is there anything I can help you with?" his voice was high and raspy.  At first before he opened his mouth I had no clue if he was a boy or girl.   I just shook my head not wanting to say anything that would accidentally come out rude.  I quickly fumbled to put my shoes away before looking through all the colorful fabrics.  Feeling the different textures silk, satin, cotton etc.  

I heard a noise behind me and turned around hitting into something-well someone.  I backed away a bit to see I'd just hit into the bottom of someones chest.  "Oh dear I'm sorry are you alright?   I didn't mean to frighten you darling." the soft posh sounding voice rang through my ears and I backed away more to fix my glasses.  "I'm quite alright" I practically whispered back before looking up at the person I'd just hit into.

He still looked worried as if he'd actually hurt me.  He had this long black hair down to about his shoulders and it seemed straightened or slicked down with hairspray maybe both.  His eyes were a deep chocolate brown almost black dawned with eyeliner and just about hidden under his fringe of hair.  His skin was tan and he had these sharp cheekbones and jawline.  His lips seemed to maybe have lipgloss  and his top lip stuck out a bit he probably had an overbite.  He obviously wasn't from here he looked exotic maybe Persian. The biggest thing I noticed was that he was tall as hell!  At least compared to me my god he was at least a foot taller.  

"Are you sure? Uhm do you need help?" he seemed a bit shy.  "I'm sure...and I think I've got it but thank you" I just put my head down because no matter how terrible I feel damn he's attractive.  We we're still close enough to the point I could smell his colonge.  I  continued to look through the clothes while he stood in the corner.  I felt his eyes on me every few seconds.

*Freddie's POV*

I walked back in after my little break-I hate the fucking rain.  I looked at Roger and followed his eyes to the little figure looking through clothes so I walked over.  The poor dear jumped and turned around hitting into me.  God I must've scared her!  "Oh dear I'm sorry are you alright? I didn't mean to frighten you darling." She could pass for a child how old is she?  

"I'm quite alright"  Her voice was so soft and sweet oh how adorable!  I realized who Roger gave me that look her eyes still looked glossy and her cheeks were red like she'd just cried.  She had these big bright green eyes with black glasses and it made me almost sad as well to see her sad.  She had dark brown hair that was tied up in a bun and contrasted against her pale skin which was covered with small freckles.  She had a small button nose and full pink lips.  She was so tiny her head reached bellow my shoulders!  I still had no clue how old she was because her face looked young but she did have tits.

"Are you sure? Uhm do you need help?" I wondered why she was crying.  "I'm sure...and I think I've got it but thank you" she put her little head down.  The main thing I was thinking about was she reminds me of a kitten!  I nodded and walked over to the corner watching her look through everything.  Roger and I continued to share glances.  

She's got a cute ass too-I shouldn't say that she could be a kid.  She seemed to be trying to find something to fit which probably wasn't happening seeing as we didn't have children's clothes.  I announced I was checking something in the back and left.  I checked through my stuff to see if anything could fit her. But once I came back she was gone.

"Rog where'd she go?" I saw him counting a small stack of money.  "She left...I got her to buy something" he mumbled and I got a bit upset.  "What did she buy?" I had no clue why I wanted to know I just did.  "She got a red velvet jacket..paid good for it too." he set down the money and I got pissed in a matter of seconds.  "A red velvet jacket?! Roger you twat that's my jacket! My favorite damn jacket!"I just completely snapped I'd saved up weeks to buy that "Did you at least get her name?" She seemed nice enough to give it back.

"Cadence like the beat" I smiled to myself a bit that name suited her well.  But I was going to get my damn jacket back.

This is my first time writing a story so I apologize if its awful.