"Did somebody mention CHRISTMAS SWEATERS??!”
"Did somebody mention CHRISTMAS SWEATERS??!”
She should know.
She had sat in the funeral in a pretty little black dress, kicking her legs into the air with more or less sobbing people around her. She had listened the memorial speech with straight face, she had placed one dandelion on top of the other flowers, and she walked with the coffin, and watched how it was slowly and gently dropped to the hole and buried in dirt.
Yet she found herself silently wondering why were they burying him.
"Doesn’t he have lots of work to do?" She asked quietly, but everyone either avoided telling her or were too busy sobbing to even hear her.
And one by one everyone left the freshly buried grave. Even Riven left before her, scruffing her hair and telling how she should leave too before getting cold.
It was just little girl in front of the general’s grave.
"Why are you sleeping, Dari?" She asked while tilting her head, watching somewhere on top the gravestone.
"You told me you have a lot of work to do and that’s why you can’t play with me."
It was silent. The girl kept staring at the air with very bland face.
"I don’t understand." She finally said to the thin air. And that’s when tears started to drip from her face, and soon her expression followed. "Don’t leave I d-don’t un-understand" she sobbed, hugging her teddybear tightly. "I-if y-y-you’re t-tired you should go to beeeeeed"
She pressed her head down a bit, which looked like somebody with a heavy hand had placed it on top of her head and ruffled her hair - as if Riven didn’t do that already. And she said nothing after that, just stood there sobbing.
// So that it would actually make sense reading it, I’m gonna write my stuff on top, then the quoted parts would be the ones Annie-mun submitted. Hahaha
Too much work.
Kayle was not sure what time of the day it already is, but then she was quite certain, from how blinding her lamplight is, that it was already late. Yet, the paperwork she was doing does not seem to lessen in amount as she reads every single paragraph, assess the so-called issue that ‘needs’ her attention, then write a proper reply or verdict. Summoners are increasing in number each day, and with that, the new summoners who have no idea of what to actually do also comes with it, and the seniors are occupied being annoyed with them.
But the reports were just… annoying. She sighs, and picks up another report, with drooping, heavy eyes that are a lot harder to keep open due to her lack of sleep. The other hand goes into the tea she prepared, with added sugar to at least give her some more energy. It does not seem to be working, and instead, her consciousness is struggling to fight the sleepiness that is taking over.
The angel pauses for a while from her work, and attempts to regain composure. This workpile needs to be finished tonight. Tomorrow, I will have to meet some people for the ceremonies. And there’s that tea party I promised that child…
A smile shows on her lips, remembering how excited Annie was when she pats the little one’s head and said that she would be quite honored to entertain her and her bear for some tea. The idea of food suddenly seemed tempting as she also remembers the cookies Annie mentioned. I think I have some frosted ones I made that sounds like a good idea now…
Instead, she felt her head rest on her arms, placing down her ink pen, spilling a good deal of it on the corner of the document. She did not even bother placing her tea cup aside and it just spills all over the paper as she accidentally tips it over, wrapping the angel in the scent of fragrant bergamot orange.
Kayle seems to always drift into dreamland as soon as she falls asleep, but that was quite understandable; it was a known fact that tired ones have more vivid dreams.
This time, it was not anything special — the scent of sweet, orange tea brought her in a dreamy state of bliss, characterized by images of flower fields she used to miss, smiles she likes seeing, winds she loved to feel against her skin—
— later on all dyed in red.
In the morning, the scent of the tea — spilled all over her desk and clothes, was replaced by a musty, metallic scent; the color of the tea covered by rose reds from her blood, and her feathers scattered everywhere like autumn leaves.
And Kayle was still on her deep sleep, most probably not going to know what happened.
The little girl bursted the door open, and stepped inside of the room ever so lightly. She didn’t even bat her eyes to the room painted in blood.
"Kayle! You promised you’d have tea with me and Mr. Tibbers today! We’ve waited for the whooole week for this!" She skipped to the writing table, her bright pink hair bouncing with her every step, and having her beloved teddy bear handing on her left arm.
"Kaaayle? Are you asleep?" The body leaning to the chair stood still, eyes long lost their shine. The big gaping wounds had run out of their blood, and the ripped wings had scattered bloody feathers all over the room.
"Kayle! You should’ve gone to the bed earlier!" The girl puffed her cheeks and shook the woman’s body still continuing to call her name. When she got no answer, she just took a deep sigh.
"Well don’t worry, it’s okay if you’re tired. We can take a nap! but you really shouldn’t sleep on the chair, Mr. Tibbers says it’s bad for your back!" The little girl dropped the teddy bear on the floor, which in one burst of fire turned into a huge bear, who obediently lied down when the girl ordered it to. She then proceeded to take a hold of the woman’s hand, and dragged the body to the floor, not even trying to evade the gush of blood what came from moving of the body. She then dragged it right next to the bear, placing the woman as comfortably as she could to lean against it.
"Now you can rest well and then we can have the tea, okay?"
Just as she was about to sit next to the blonde woman, she stood right back up.
"NO!" she screamed to the seemingly empty room, "YOU CAN’T COME! GO AWAY!" She continued while trying to shoo something away with her hands, even though she did have hint of fear in her eyes. "YOU MAKE PEOPLE SLEEPY AND THEN THEY WAKE UP! YOU CAN’T DO THAT KAYLE HAS LOTS OF WORK TO DO AND WE’RE GONNA HAVE TEA! GO AWAY!"
She then just stood in silence, tense and seemingly ready to attack if necessary. After a while she calmed down, took a step back to sit down next to the woman, whose eyes had closed up when she was dragged around.
"Sorry about that, he’s a huge meanie. But it’s okay, I will protect you and you can sleep well!" With a bright smile she leaner her head against Kayle’s shoulder, slowly closing her eyes.
"And then, when you wake up, you can taste the new awesome cookies I brought with me," she giggled, "I’m sure you will like them."
She lift her head to look at the woman’s face before pressing it back down.
"I’m sure you will."
|Anonymous sent: I'm 12.|
//Git aut of the Tumblr, young one.
//Kidding, but yeah she’s still younger than you.
|Anonymous sent: How old is Annie?|
//Younger than you.
|Anonymous sent: Mama Annie can you tell me a BedTime Story?|
((Two creepy people who should never be allowed to meet. 0u0))
Is there a picture? Mmaaaybeeee…
|Anonymous sent: When the water in the (human) body freezes, it damage (cuting) the cells of it. Breaking apart the parts of the body, making the body die slowly, and in a long time, a lot before the person dies (specially if the heart and brain keep a "natural" temperature)|
// I don’t know where you science anons come from but I love you for excisting.
If you think about it, when you’re off to kill people having a control over ice is probably better than fire. You know what people are mostly made of? Water. We don’t burn well. But imagine when you can freeze all those watery parts with ease.
Ice ain’t any flimsy thing.