The Kings Spawn | ✔︎

Chapter 16

I stop panting, my legs trembling at my weight. Nathan couldn't be blamed for this one, however everyone knew the cruciality of a dramatic getaway, even more so after an emotional speech. But that didn't cancel out the suspicious glares enveloping the bystanders. It was getting exhausting having to carry out his ploumtous plans, and honestly I was over it.

The moon shines brightly in its full domain. It was about time I headed back, I stand up stumbling down the grassy hill, I hiss in frustration as I hold onto my stubbed toe. Admittedly today was an absolute flop, I just hoped they would write it down as me being emotional. I dull my shoulders forward in an attempt to get up, I'm not sure what was going through my mind when I had first climbed up the small hill.

The Morrises were everything I expected, excluding Greyson, he was nice. Even though we still hadn't even exchanged hellos, my impression of him was still high. After that day at the rooftop hospital I would often find my mind wondering off to him, a sense of protectiveness overcame me at the thought of others taunting him. He was just a pure kitten, stained by the egotistical actions of these corrupt individuals.

How I wish we could meet again, in better circumstances this time.

I breathe in the tart scent of lemons, the vast garden plummeting across its blossomed field. I didn't understand rich people and there obsession with planting things, though it was pleasing to the eyes. A resting back hovers in-between the ripe fruits, "Hey mister, are you okay!"

It was likely the poor soul had collapsed, the weather these days weren't very favorable to the outdoor workers. His head debuts from the bush, I turn around as soon as I spot Greyson's drowsy face. My heart couldn't handle him always popping out from the most random places. I stop in my tracks my pinky finger restrained, his light touch making me turn around.

"Caught you." He says rubbing his eyes with his other hand, "Hazel."

His cuteness wasn't the thing making me reel away my common sense this time. How did he remember me? Did he know all along from the start or had he just found out? He lazes over the unsettling dilemma foxing through my brain. His sluggish expression making my blood run cold, how could he be so nonchalant at such a pivotal time.

"I swear I didn't mean to fool anyone. I'm not a liar. But I was forced to do this, I had no other choice. I'm so sorry for lying to you and your family. I understand if your angry at my deception." I go on ignoring the smile now gracing his face, "Do you want to tell on me?"

"Not really."

He draws my finger in coercing me to sit down, my knees now facing towards him, "Then what do you want to do?" I assert the highlight in my voice loud and clear.

His finger now pressed onto my cheek, "I want to draw you."

I stare at him completely dumbfounded, this wasn't the answer I was expecting, "You want to draw me? Are you sure? I'm not certain if that would be any fun."

"Is that a no?"

"No completely not, it was a yes! You can draw me anytime! I was just surprised for a second there."

He gets up dusting his loose black silk shirt, the flowy material castrophing his lean abs. "Aren't you you coming?"

"Now? But it's already night time."

He looks up staring into space, "Didn't you say anytime."

Curse my loose tongue, I just had to add that didn't I? I tended to say things I couldn't come back from when I was put in the spot. At least he didn't ask for anything awful, his innocence would always be refreshing.

"Yeah, yeah I did." I recount regretting my impulsive actions as he pulls me forward setting me on my feet. "What type of art style do you do?"

"I paint." He sermonizes a yawn escaping his lips, I guess he wasn't much of a talker.