Song: Prom Queen by Molly Kate Kestner
Words: 2432
Published: August 14th, 2020
Third Person POV
Rayna
After making a plan with Keane, Emmett, and Calum, Rayna had lunch and then headed into her art studio to try to de-stress herself.
She sets up a Bob Ross video on her tablet, plays some soft instrumental music from her phone in the background, and gets to work, painting. She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes, and smiles, finally feeling calm and relaxed. She has a plan, and everything will be okay. She doesn't have to worry about the rogues or Johnathan or anything.
Not even fifteen minutes into the painting, the door to her studio opens.
She smiles softly, knowing exactly who it is. She doesn't turn around to look and continues painting.
They walk up behind her, reach a muscled, fair skinned arm with rolled up sleeves, and pause the Bob Ross tutorial. They then reach their arms around her stomach and bury their face in her neck. They start kissing her, making her giggle.
"What're ya doin', baby?" Harley asks.
"I'm paintin'," Rayna tells him.
"What're ya paintin'?"
"Somethin'."
He chuckles.
"What've you been up to today?" he asks, pulling up another chair in the studio to sit next to her.
Lie, lie, lie.
"I trained, napped, ate, and have just been relaxing," she replies. "You?"
"I've just been working. How'd you sleep?"
She shrugs. "Okay, I guess." At least, the sleep she did get.
"I slept really well, actually," Harley tells her.
She giggles to herself, remembering how Harley woke up to her waking up that second time, and then she helped him back to bed.
"That's really good, babe."
*~*~*~*
That night, as Rayna is fast asleep in bed, she finds herself deep in a dream.
She's somewhere in a forest. All of the trees as far as she can see are either dead or white, giving the place a dead and bleak aura. Oddly, she doesn't hear any of the usual forest sounds. No birds, no bugs, no wind, now animals. Everything is unsettlingly still.
She looks around. There aren't any sort of paths anywhere. The ground is covered in dead grass, twigs, and dead thorn bushes.
Suddenly, she jumps when she hears the flapping of wings and a loud croaking sound. She looks up at the sky, searching for the source.
She's surprised when she's met with a familiar black bird.
"Ray?" she asks aloud.
The bird croaks a positive answer and flies down to Rayna, who holds out her arms for him to perch on.
She runs her fingers over his neck feathers.
"It's been a while, dude," she says with a smile. "What're you doing here?" she asks. She looks around. "Actually, where is 'here'?"
He croaks loudly and flies up off of her arm, then disappears through the trees.
"Hey!" Rayna yells at him. "Where are you going?"
He circles back and croaks at her.
'I guess I should follow him? I don't have any better ideas, so much as well.'
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