A Little Bit of Pixie Dust

i

George

A kiss of sunlight through the window, enough to hit my eyes with the heat to bring about my consciousness. I tossed over to the cooler half of my bed, running a ragged hand through the tangles of my dark hair.

There was a buzz from a phone, and I flipped it over to find a voicemail. Must've missed the actual call. Gingerly pressing the chilled screen to my ear, a voice played through.

"Hey muffin, just assumed you're sleeping in so I didn't want to wake you. I dropped off some breakfast and notes from the recent meeting, left em' on the table. Make sure you're up and ready by noon, I'll be around to pick you up!"

Of course Bad would be the only one brave enough to talk in such a casual, friendly manner. He was the only person who didn't work to suck-up to me, mostly because he had earned enough of my respect and admiration to need to.

I tossed my legs over the plush mattress, moving through a solid routine of opening a window to the woods, doing bathroom chores, and munching on the simple eggs and bagel that my friend had so graciously brought me.

Throwing on a baby blue blouse, grey pants, and a fluffy overcoat, I set out with the notes in hand.

It was a dreary day, looking as if it might rain sooner or later. Bad had left a simple message to meet at the throwing range, leaving me to fumble with the papers, barely paying attention to the surroundings through the chicken scratch of his writing.

Something strong collided into my form, causing a burst of papers and cloth into the air. I stumbled back, balancing myself more then the other unfortunate victim. I looked down to see a mess of black hair and white ruffles, already in frantics, trying to sort the mess across the floor.

"I'm so sorry, my prince! Let me collect your things and I'll see myself out of the palace."

I smiled softly and bent down to help. "That won't be necessary."

I easily recognized the nervous stature and stiff movements of a new maid, busily working to please the hierarchy.

"Ah, you'll kick me out yourself, I understand." He dropped his head, quite obviously trying his best to avoid eye contact. I let out a small laugh in response.

"That's not what I meant, you aren't getting fired. I was the one not watching where I was going, anyways."

He looked up with large brown eyes, black hair curling messily across his vision. "A-are you sure?"

"I'm certain, here." After retrieving my own files, I passed over the cloth I'd managed to grab, receiving a gentle, yet still nervous, smile from the maid.

"Thank you so much, I won't forget it." And without wasting time, he'd already dashed off to the next corner.

I shook my head with a grin before continuing down the narrow halls, eventually navigating into a room full of silent music and the sound of metal piercing wood. I made my way to the speakers, slowly lowering the volume and catching the attention of a black robed figure in one of the sections.

"Wha- George!" The man turned, tossing his hood back by the red seems. He was an odd sight, definitely not human. A mixture between a breed of fey and some dark magic. The good side definitely showed through, though. His skin was an inky black, two horns protruding above a pair of pearly eyes, a whip-thin tail poking out from the cloth tipped by a devilish point. "I didn't think you'd actually get out of bed today, I hope you ate the food."

"I did, don't worry." I eyed the silver daggers hanging nonchalantly from his side like a children's toy. I guess they were a toy to him. "So, care to fill me in? No offense, but your writing is a little illegible."