Bane Of Time (Completed)

Finally friends

   Was I able to sleep last night? No. 

   It was about two in the morning when the oven rang, my nose had acclimatized to the smell of the cookies as they baked, but once I opened the oven I was hit by a brick wall of cookie-smell. Momentarily stunned, I neglected to take an oven glove and proceeded to burn my hand on the oven. By the time I was done running my hand under cold water, the cookies had burned. Oh, well. The tops were still tasty. Guess I'll just have fun making another batch.

   The kitchen was already messy enough from earlier, I got flour all over myself and some sugar around the dough bowl, but thankfully there was more ingredients, this time I'll be more careful and follow the recipe exactly as it is. I threw all the ingredients in and mixed them up, then added the chocolate chip cookies; the dough tasted amazing. I made them into small balls and placed them into the tray and into the oven.

   After spending hours baking they were ready. The soft smell of my sweet treats teased my nose. The scent lingering, inviting. Topmost layer an incredible shade of amber, they were cracked on the surface, like a dry desert ground. But inside they weren't dry. A satisfactory crunch lingered by my ears as they entered my mouth, only to crumble and melt on the inside, so deliciously tasty that my taste buds tingled. Once bit past the turtle's shell, a silky, fragile intern broken free, a hidden secret revealed. Indescribable pleasure pulsed through me. They were my creation. They were incredible. I'll pack them in a small box once they cool down a bit, but for now, let me clean the kitchen then get dressed up, I'll try one of the gowns my mother got me.

   These dresses feel familiar once I tried them on, I feel comfortable in them as if I've worn them my entire life, the irony considering Elizabeth was a literal princess of this land, long forgotten, but her memories still with me. I wonder why I keep coming back to the ancient castle, but I was never able to answer myself.

   "What are you doing here again? I got it during the last three days you wanted to get more informations about everything that is happening inside your head but now what is your excuse?" he looked sad or annoyed with seeing me here, how can I respond to his question when I'm confused too.

   "Well I came here to keep you company, it must've been lonely all these years alone, plus I got you some cookies! I baked them myself this morning." I handed him the basket, he took it and placed it on the table in the entryway.

   "Thank you but I'm fine with being alone, I'm already heartbroken, and you spending days with me won't help me at all." he turned around and walked back to what I assume is his room, clearly telling me indirectly to leave, but I didn't. Instead I waited for him to disappear into the west wing and I walked to a room with a piano in the middle. 

   I begin to play the piano, old memories rising, covered in dust and cobwebs after years of neglect. I remember the sound of the music and the shuffle of her lover's clothes, the sound of their steps lightly tapping on the floor as they dance. The world fell away and in its place there was only the two of them, Elizabeth and William, in perfect sync two bodies of one mind. I remember the whole night, as if it was my own, how it felt to hold them, and she never wanted it to end. 

   Looking in the corner of the room, two very familiar eyes catch my eye. As my feet walk toward them, someone subtly touches my hand. Those eyes, blue as the soft sea during the summer, like the clear sky on a sunny day. I didn't think I would live this moment. Warm but pale hands wrap around me and lead me to the center of the room. The music starts to play and everything comes to life. It's just us, the two in love. I haven't seen you in centuries, and yet it doesn't seem to have changed you. Your dark hair, which shines like the starry night sky, your smile that soothes any pain in my soul and your look. Your look that makes my blood boil in my veins. Everything was perfect. At least that's what we both thought. The door opens, the music stops. Only the rain is heard trying to wash away all our sins. My blue dress is now getting wet and the two of us are looking at each other. Enemies stand in front of us with poisoned knives, threatening us with death. A moment has passed and I fall into your arms. My blue dress is now immersed in red blood, turning it purple.

   I gasp, opening my eyes and stand away from the piano, this definitely wasn't an old memory, it couldn't have happened in the past, these were my feelings but why did I imagine that while playing. I make my way to the front door, tears forming in my eyes for no reason, but there I bump into someone, at first I thought it was William's maid until I felt his muscular arms around me, again. No this can't be happening, I flinch away, apologize, and start running away. He caught me by the wrist and turned me around to face him.

   "Ciara, tell me what's wrong, why are you crying?" he looked me straight in the eyes and I suddenly the floor was very interesting that it caught my attention. "If it's about what I said to you earlier than I am sorry, I hate to see another descendant of hers, it reminds me of what I've lost." He tilted my head toward him and asked me again to talk to him.

   "No-nothing I just got emotional, you know being here with all these memories playing in my head at random times." good thinking. 

   "I guess we both need some cheering up today," he offered me his hand. "Are you up for a private tour of the entire castle by the one and only sir William?" he flashed me one of his cute smiles.

   I took his hand and curtsied, "with pleasure, although we don't use these titles anymore."

   "Guess we have a lot to teach each other then." and with that we walk in the empty corridors of this half abandoned castle.