Dusty Shelves & Old Books(fallen angel Aizawa)

Given Name (4)

The morning arrives, to sore muscles all over your body and your Grammie's ankh on the floor. The sheets are disheveled as much as you are. You rub your neck as it is particularly sore and feels like a bruise crossed with heat rash, of some weird kind. For a dream, it sure seemed too real and looking at how everything seems this morning.

Nah...you probably got too hot in the night and were tangled in the sweaty sheets.

(Y/n) decides breakfast is leftovers from the fridge and pain relievers. Your mind is not really 'in the game' for renewing the Romani Hex marks, so you forego it and decide to go riding, in the foothills.

As you put clothes on, the sheets go in the washer and new ones go on the bed. The new sheets are a beautiful shade (f/c) and you think of how someone's dark hair, spilling across one of your pillows, would look like. A shiver creeps down your spine.

Damn, what has gotten into you?

You don't currently know why, but a certain "Ame Damnee"(damned soul) by the name of Shouta, knows exactly what is going on. Your body is ramping up to ovulate and be more receptive to-him. Once again, all is with purpose but also with all the ear markings of a Shakespearean play, that may or may not end well for you.

One energy(f/d) drink down and three ibuprofen later, you have a saddle bag with lunch, water and snacks ready. You grab a light coat, as you will be at a higher elevation and strut out the front door, with car keys swinging freely in your hand. Today feels like it will be, just what you need, to return some normalcy of life. You smile at how things, have all changed, since you went to Shelly's bookstore.

You may not have contacted the dark Prince Charming, from the bookstore yet, but those wet dreams, perhaps are not dreams but astral projection? You wonder if you and the dark haired stranger, Aizawa are meeting in some outer body experience, of sorts. The forgotten talks you know remember with Grammie, about the silver cord that connects your body to your spirit and traveling from your body, start to fill your mind for a moment.

It is the spiritual thinking some say, that one dying in dreams because the silver cord that tethers your soul to your body, is cut and then the soul can't find its way back. You didn't really believe that, though you had heard of lovers meeting in dreams. You would ask about a number, to call Aizawa, on the next visit to Shelly's bookstore.

Maybe when he was back in town, you could go and get a coffee together. It was one thing to be hot and heavy, in a dream but that would not be your first action with him, in the real world. The dream made it seem like you had known each other for more than a couple of days, strange, so very strange indeed.

Either way, you should stop in to talk to Shelly and thank her. The fact that your Grammie's ankh was back in your life, was the greatest of gifts. A nice warmth softly touches your skin, over your heart, as if you can feel Grammie's loving touch, giving you strength and protection. Her body may be gone but she was never really gone, totally. She would be with you in spirit, always, looking out for you.

The Hex book was proof.

Grammie had even left, a bit of a living fund for you so you didn't need to get a job, as long as you lived conservatively on your spending. That should be no problem, as you made less money in Seattle, at your job working for the local t.v. station as a story editor. You hid in a video editing studio and just had to make sure, the news clips were ready, for certain times of release. The cost of living was lower, in the midwest then the big city of Seattle, which is often the case.

Your mind snaps back to your day plans, time to get down the road . You whistle, to your new guard dog, Cael and start the jeep. The black dog comes jogging up, tail wagging with a feather stuck, hanging out of his mouth. Its an unusual ebony color, unlike you have ever seen before but its most likely a raven feather, nonetheless. It could be Turkey vulture but the texture of the feather didn't seem right. You knew it wasn't an eagle feather, as you had found one once as a child and not being tribal, you couldn't keep it.