Thou Hath Fallen

Featherlight~10

She was fit as a fiddle,her small frame teasing momentum as she danced to the silent tune of the wind.Running got a whole new description when it came to her.Survival.Unhinged.Breaking free.The exercise could be likened to some form of exorcism.Okay, that's dark.How about howling?

They ran to get their minds of things,she ran to awaken the cyclone of her problems.To taunt it,to frustrate it into giving in that she had won.The cyclone would start crying when she mocked it's supposed loss then as her deity self got the admired runner's high,it would laugh.No!It would cackle with so much malice as if on cue to say that it ruled.Then her turn to break down would start.

Crying
Wailing
Mourning

A good natured stranger would stop by and ask her what was wrong and she would say the wind was making her teary.Then again even good natured strangers became a rare sight.The cyclone would win and she would go back home feeling like crap only to wake up the morn after.The cyclone probably loved the entertainment

Curtains  close
And even great assassins sometimes....
Missed.

She could count on pain not so the other thing.The day was breaking perfectly-at least that could be counted on.Time to get back and fix her happy barista facade.
Cleaning her sweaty self and dousing her burdened self with some lavender, darling nature ought to have been grateful for her efforts to seem jubilant and serve hope a cuppa at a time.

Self serving?In some way yes.

A debt that she expected to be repaid.Taking over the helm and doing what nature should have done in the first place!Serving joy or at least a speck of it.

"Momma?"Groggy Danny called as she changed him out of his transvanian pajamas.

"Yes baby?"

"Tiramisu Danny want."

"A sweet tooth this early!"She scolded as she tickled him amidst cute giggles.
Children.So innocent,so full of life-not really depending on how you looked at it.Luckily, Danny fit into that category even if for a time.

"Let's take you to Gromma baby."

"Abuelita yaaaaaaaaaaaaay."

"Abue.. what now baby?

Loosing his interest as he stared dazedly,she sighed as she took him in her arms.Walking downstairs felt like some chore and seeing those damned roses made her feel stranger in her own home.
Mentally noting to get rid of them soon,she cracked the door open.

With one twist,it flew open.Odd, very odd.Anyway,even great doors grew old. 

Handing Danny to a dazzle looking Mary,She set out for the day.It surprised her how Mary looked all cleaned out even at odd hours.Talking about odd,was it weird that she felt like she was being watched?She clutched onto her handbag tighter than needed as she scolded herself for being edgy over 'nothing'.

Shaking off her coat and getting her apron,she went behind the counter and started mixing various brands of coffee depending on what the customer needed.People seemed to have waited for her to arrive so as to stream in.

"The usual please."

"Pardon me?"Kendra asked as she confirmed to whom the voice belonged to.

"The usual.You know whatever you serve around here."

Too early for the hormones.Too early for him to look all godly and smell heavenly.My my my.The swoosh crowning his head was just....The slacks,his button down shirt revealed a handsome amount of his sun kissed skin.
His voice.
His Hades sounding voice.Well,if you overlooked his rudeness,the voice was to die for

"Ehem....eyes up here missy"

Angry.Terrified,Needy.Fuming.Downright hungry.Not giving in to his stare down conquest, she tried asking again.

"What do you want."

"Coffee of course"

"Mister, I would suggest you get out."

"What crime have i done your honour except for making you want to rip my innocent clothes for a taste of this."

"Cocky."She muttered.

"What?"

"I said coffee."Adding too much sugar to his cup than needed, she literally pushed the cup towards him.Way to go for giving nature some charitable advice!
  What was he waiting for?A bow maybe a courtesy?

She watched through her peripheral vision how his stormy eyes swirled and twirled with anger.Tempted to tell him to get a grip, she smiled instead, waved him off and served the next customer.
No way her hormones were raining.

Princes don't exist
What of paupers?
Definitely
Miracles don't exist
What of majik?
Definitely
Love doesn't exist
What of lust?
Daaah!

A sad tale indeed.When one reigned and another ceased.He drank.What difference did it make if it was from a chalice or a cup.The prince named villain left and the predator bounced with happiness.
To his delight his prey had shooed the man away.He would forgive her for not doing it sooner.For making unnecessary small talk with him.For making him wait in line!
Her dripping blood would atone for her sins.He would paint a new life with it.He would make her beautiful by freeing her from its dark path.She would be pale,ice white and angelic.He was her saviour.She needed not another.
How he throbbed for the moment she would shudder and just like that accept that it had to be done.Her eternal silence would be the seal of approval he needed.
Approval of his glorious work-reaping and harvesting.

"Thank you."

As he took his coffee he went back to his boring pretence of a life.All in good time.The mallet just had to wait a while longer.

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Run

Please run.I was screaming at her to run and she was all limp and unmoving.Red rain or should I say blood soaking her scarlet bright.She had to freaking run but she simply knelt.A princess in her own right.A red ball gown with even darker red rose petals.The gown seemed to bleed its form but it never stopped from ballooning.

Flee.

Please flee.She seemed to hear me this time but she dared not move.If only I could channel what I felt of the sight then maybe she would hear me.But what  was this I was feeling? How could it be painful at the same time breath taking.
A sad smile formed on her plum lips as she bid me good bye.

My head felt light as her wave felt like a soft caress.I drew the flower that was her and my Rose grew a liking to one of her own.
I saw not her face but all her aspects were.... What was that word again? Beautiful

Scarlett beautiful scarlet
Bleeding empty
Bleeding full
A princess in her own right

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