[Faye]
I must be losing my mind.I can still smell her sweet aroma, like spicy chocolate warming on a gas burner. The stranger who is odd but doesn’t seem strange.
Devona. Her name is Devona.
Her flashing green eyes behind rose colored glasses. Velvet rippling over her muscles. That smirk as she bowed. My mind flashes, remembering every small moment our brief encounter as I try to make sense of it.
My pace is less of a walk, more of a sprint as I make my way along the tree lined streets. The branch
[Faye] A woman sits before me on a simple bench of dark wood, polished mirror bright, gleaming in the moonlight. Her long nails, tapered to points, tap against the hilt of the sword that lay across her lap. It is a grand sword, a ruby the size of a robin’s egg set into a steel pommel. A blue glow emanates from the sword blade, reflecting the moonlight into her face, casting it in a sharp, ghostly relief. She is draped in black leather armor, molded to her form as a second skin. Her hair is an inky red, like cut gemstones, or congealed, dried blood. She is watching me, and as I look up her eyes rest on mine. She has eyes the color of lavender and crushed violets, ringed in amethyst. Her ears, pierced in a constellation of gems and golden hoops, end in a high, tapered point. In some ways we share a resemblance, only her skin glows from an inner fire in a way that is otherworldly. Where her arms are bare, I see the edges of elaborate tattoos--serpents twisting up each arm and bands of
[Arthur] Laying next to the woman of my dreams, I wake to her screaming beside me. No, she isn’t screaming, she’s screeching. The sound coming from her mouth reminds me of an injured animal, a frightened beast. And it breaks my heart.She is not the first I have ever cared for, but I have never cared for anyone as I care for her. Hearing her pain, my soul feels the pain along with her. She begins to whimper, and tears slowly trickle from her eyes. Shaking her, I call out to her. “Faye, wake up Faye!” but there is no response. She continues to cry, to scream out in pain, tearing at her pillow with her fingernails piercing the fabric. “What are you? Who are you?!” Faye continues to cry. Pulling her tight to my chest, I wrap my arms around her, breathing in the scent of her hair. I begin to sing to her, a song my own mother used to sing, and I feel her relax against me, her body melting into my own. “Fly me to the moon, and let me play beneath the stars…..” Faye lets out a deep
[Faye]Embyr is angry with me. Actually, no, she’s livid.Apparently, there are consequences to forgetting about your regular life for a week while cuddling up with your new boyfriend in his empty house.“What gives, Faye? You ghost me for a week and then dare to show up asking for my notes?” Her glare could burn a hole in the ozone layer. “You couldn’t send a text or anything?”“Em, I….”She lifts her chocolate brown hand, her fingernails freshly tipped with watermelon-colored acrylics. “No. Don’t even. Your story had best be good,” You could almost hear her add “muthafucka” at the end of her sen
[Arthur] I love watching Faye move. She is walking with a very tall girl wearing very bright clothing. Embyr maybe? Faye did mention her roommate has “very unique style” which seems a bit of an understatement if my guess is right. They seem to be in the middle of a very lively conversation. So instead of walking up to her, I check my phone to see if I have any messages. I cannot wait to take her down Highway 101 to my father’s beach house for the weekend. Now that Dad and I had our little ‘discussion,’ I was informed that the beach house would be free while they planned their small wedding on the Lake. Great. I shake the thought as I think of more pleasant things, like the sight of Faye on our private beach, wearing a small orange bikini and…How did I get so lucky to find a girl like her? Fate has a funny sense of humor. If it weren’t for my dad going away that weekend, ironically to marry Faye’s mother, I’d have never thrown the party and met Faye before we became step-siblings
[Faye] My feet move on their own accord as I sprint blindly towards the library. I don’t even need to see where I’m going, my heart knows the way. I hear a mournful caw above my head. Sitting on a lamppost is what I think must be a raven. It is far larger than a crow, its green eyes holding more intelligence.“You aren’t a crow, are you?” I think the raven huffed. It definitely seemed offended. “I’m sorry, sir. Definitely a raven.” The raven started fluffing up its
[Queenie]Sitting in my car, I take a deep breath. I can’t believe I let that…girl…get under my skin. My goal was to find Archie, invite him to dinner, and restart the relationship we left off 4 years ago. I just got home last week, and when I heard that THE Gunner Drake wanted to host his “wedding” at our exclusive restaurant and lounge on Lake Merritt, I knew I needed to reach out. I broke things off with him because at the time he was just too young, too inexperienced. I was his first, the one who taught him everything he needed to know about pleasing me, making me feel worshiped. And then I met Lance. He was older than me, my music tutor, and we were able to convince my father to have me continue my music studies overseas, in Europe, where I could learn so much more about culture.Much of it was at the hands of my instructor himself. I have no regrets about seducing him. Either one of them actually. Archie was my sweet boy and Lance, well let’s just say he gave me a real educati
[Faye] One moment I am taking her hand, standing to face her and the next, we are standing outside the library, underneath a barren oak tree. She continues to hold my hand, pulling me along at a near run as we head towards the street, away from campus. “What just happened?” my head is spinning, I feel like I might be sick. “We were just in the library and now…” “Twas just a mere Blink.” Devona exhales. “I am sorry I cannot fly with you, but my raven form cannot carry anything larger than a ferret.” What on earth is she talking about? I don’t get much time to think about it before she grabs my hand again and st
[Arthur] My head is pounding as I open my eyes. It's weird, I do not remember falling asleep, but here I am in bed. I feel around, my eyes still partly shut and feel a hard rail on my right side. This is not my bed.That’s when I notice the straps.Why am I strapped to the bed? Where the hell am I? I slowly open my eyes and I know that my vision isn’t working prope