Aerona sat at the window where light flooded her face. She watched another girl clumsily trip over spilled wine. Her Master, she called, although they were a little more than that.
Despite their differences, the two girls have managed to live together for the preceding eight years. Roxy, was a rather scrawny, thin girl with long black hair and deep-set eyes with chiseled cheeks, as Aerona an hourglass, with medium length chocolate hair and pale skin.
Aerona couldn't help smiling a little, but as soon as she saw Roxy shriek at her frantically, she faked a sympathetic grin and got down on her knees, wiping the floor with her dress.
She never cared much about herself nor her appearance, more so how she could benefit others.
As doing so, her Master screeched once more."Ugh, my suits' all wet! Get me another one at once, the town executive is coming here in five minutes! What am I, his co-worker?"
Aerona stared at her in disbelief and rolled her eyes. "Fuck off, you really value that incompetent bitch that much?" She mutters under her breath, yet raced before Roxy could say another word.
Wandering through the empty decrepit halls, she peered out the windowpane noticing a man in a long-drawn white suit, beaming with a cowardly smile and walking in frivolity as a taller man accompanying him in a more steadied state, followed.
She couldn't detect what they were saying, yet she perceived the small marble label on the shorter man's suit. It read, 'Eros' in golden carved letters. The expected visitor Roxy had been waiting for.
She watched in wonder, what could possibly make someone smile so much. Or maybe everyone resembled carefree like that on the outside.
Wandering off, she caught Eros's eyes, and had the urge to stick up the middle finger. So she did, and she grinned. He scowled and she laughed knowing he couldn't do much to fight back.
The man continued walking with his eyes on her as she made many other symbols consisting of idiocracy.
She got bored with the faint reactions Eros had, and with a sigh, Aerona walked back to her master's wardrobe and picked out the most elegant suit she had newly refined and polished, with embroidered black jewels and her quartz brooch.
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The Narcissist's Rose
General Fiction[A short story I wrote in 2020, left unpublished.] They tear their flesh off in their cardboard cutouts. He gets out his keyring and strokes a small pocket knife. He holds it in the air, up to Aerona's neck. He mimics slitting her throat. He starts...
