i remember once when i was 18 a super beautiful girl i worked with gave me her number and asked to go out sometime and she ended up picking me up one night to go stargazing. at the beach. on a blanket with a little picnic. and i did not know i was on a date until halfway through when she very blatantly told me she was attracted to me
you didn’t break my heart, i did, because when i felt the first signs of disaster seeping in between your every word, i should have run, i should have sprinted until my lungs seared and my legs buckled underneath me, but instead i stayed, instead i built a life around you, allowed you to sink your teeth into my neck, pumping me with poison until i couldn’t feel much of anything anymore.
“Excuse me sir. I’m sorry to bother you, but we’re looking for the owner of the shop. Is he here?” Bree and Alex had stood outside the shop window for what felt like an eternity before Bree found the courage to push open the door.
Her voice was stronger than she had thought it would be. Perhaps it was because the thin little man standing before them was obviously not their father. This man’s hair was near-black, not the fiery red she had, the hair that was meant to be identical to her father’s. Alex’s hair was a dark auburn, a combination of Bree’s and their mother’s hair colors.
“Sorry, but he’s not in at the moment. Is there somethin’ I could help yer with?”
“Do you know when he will be back?”
“Mr. Malcolm is a busy man. It’s not certain when he’ll be back. Who exactly is askin’?”
“I’m sorry for the bother. Jamie is…nevermind. We’ll stop in another time. Thank you.”
“What did yer call him? Mr. Malcolm’s name is Alexander.” The man looked puzzled at Bree and Alex, crossing over into suspicion.
“My mistake. Thank you for the help.” Bree grabbed Alex, who had remained silent during the entire exchange, by the arm and dragged him back outside and down the street, out of view of the shop.
“Well that was a complete disaster. The sign outside even says A. Malcolm on it. Why would I call him Jamie? That man probably thinks I’m a lunatic.”
“Not to make the situation worse, but you’re not the most sane person I know.” Alex playfully teased his sister.
“Oh shut up. What are we going to do now?”
“We passed an inn earlier not far from here. We’ll see about getting a room for the night and we’ll try again tomorrow. Maybe if you’re lucky that poor guy won’t be there to call you crazy in front of our father tomorrow.”
“Very funny. You’ll be lucky if you survive til tomorrow if you keep making comments like that.”
“Rise and shine!” Alex bellowed as he pulled the curtains wide. He had naturally been an early riser his whole life. Bree on the other hand was lucky to wake up before lunch.
“Hmmmmffff…no it’s too early.” She grumbled, trying to hide her face under the blanket.
“I don’t have a watch here Bree but the sun has been out for hours. We need to go.”
When they had arrived at the inn the evening before, they had to lie and say they were married to keep the wandering eyes away. They didn’t know much about the culture of this time, but they did know that female empowerment and independence was not a part of this world.
“Let’s go Bree!”
And with one last groan of defiance, Bree rolled out of bed.
It was raining out, not heavy but consistent nevertheless, something the twins had not considered when planning their trip. It’s not like they could have brought umbrellas with them anyways. Lucky for them, the shop was only a few minutes walk away, so if they ran it should only take a minute or so.
“You ready? One. Two. Three!” And they were off. Bree ran a few feet behind Alex, as he was only barely faster than she was.
Within a minute or two they were at the shop, this time without hesitation, they went inside, out of the weather.
Before they had a chance to look around the shop, someone grabbed Bree from behind, wrapping their arms around her chest and arms, while another person tackled Alex to the ground. Both twins tried to put up a fight before the man who attacked Alex pulled a blade out and lined it along Alex’s neck.
“Who are ye and why are ye here looking for me?” the man demanded. Alex, who had been frantic in the quick attack, finally focused on the man kneeling above him. Without uncertainty, Alex knew who his assailant was. The man threatening to slit his throat was no other than their father.
NYCC tickets go on sale tomorrow. Which means I must decide what to cosplay because yes it will take me months to muster enough energy to finish a costume :0) I’m considering making this jerk:
Which will keep up my tradition of attempting things beyond my skill set.
Aries: Volcanic Eruption; cooked by waves of gas Taurus: Earthquake; crushed by falling objects Gemini: Tornado; falling to death out of the tornado Cancer: Hurricane/Typhoon; spontaneous debris Leo: Drought; famine and starvation Virgo: Avalanche/Mudslide; buried alive Libra: Asteroid; crushed by impact Scorpio: Tsunami; pulled and drowned underwater Sagittarius: Wildfire; suffocated and burned alive Capricorn: Blizzard; freezing to death Aquarius: Epidemic; painful infection Pisces: Flood; trapped and slowly drowning