#this has unexpectedly turned into a drabble instead of a rant

[what-have-i-unleashed]

freaky toxic kist post 2: electric boogaloo

oh gods why did no one stop me from writing these

(cw: violence, danger kink, homoerotic fighting, not safe or sane)

whenever killer and dust fight each other, it's violent, it's messy, it's addictive. it's like having a partner who knows the song and dance - who knows intuitively and intimately what you will do, what you want, what you crave out of the fight. killer is precise, each of his attacks lethal and graceful like a feline. dust is manic, hard-hitting and destructive in his onslaught.

killer has dust pinned after a long battle. he's trapped dust under a pile of blue attacks to prevent dust from moving. they're both injured, but they won't stop until one emerges as the victor. dust is breathing hard while killer is grinning on top of him. then killer leans down, face inches away from dust while he holds his knife to dust's throat.

"feeling a bit blue there, dustbunny?" taunts killer, as dust snarls at him. but he quiets down as killer presses the edge of the knife to his throat, drawing blood.

dust can feel killer traces his other hand under dust's shirt, stopping at the ribs where his soul would manifest. he can feel killer's intent, an intoxicating mix between homicidal glee and fervent interest. dust can't help but respond in kind, torn between apprehension and excitement.

"you know," killer hums as he strokes the insides of dust's rib cage, "this is how i like it. i can simply blast you to pieces from afar, but i prefer seeing this up close. this moment where you're hanging between life and death..." killer squeezes the bone painfully, making dust hiss. "your soul so close in my hand, the essence of you being all laid bare..." he whispers next to dust's skull. "come on, give it to me, dusty~"

blinking, dust weakly laughs, "heh... go... to... hell..."

silence. then killer slowly raises his knife, his face impassive in its half-moon smile. the knife is pointed towards dust's eye socket. dust's eye lights vigilantly follow the knife with dread heavy in his soul. after a tense moment, killer swings down. dust flinches, as it impales right next to his skull. dust stares at the knife, unable to look away as his breathing abruptly stops. he can't help the unmistakable rush of thrill and fear pumping into his marrow, his soul jumping out of his rib cage. as the adrenaline still coursing through him, dust senses killer cupping his soul reverently. numbly, he registers the cooing, as if killer is speaking right into his rapidly beating soul.

"good boy~"

[yoonsdoll]

best friends - bsk

content : bsf!kwan x f!reader ; drabble , uni au ; 0.8k words warnings : suggestive comment that seungkwan makes and readers + kwans naughty thoughts . - boo seungkwan being ur jealous best friend who doesnt want to admit he has feelings for u! (and vice versa..). an : hes just silly like that :3 . please reblog if you liked the drabble so it reaches a wider audience! thank u ^^

"so you're telling me that you gave him your number?" seungkwan questioned, the look on his face clearly unimpressed. you were sitting on the ledge of a brick wall, talking with your best friend seungkwan, admiring the city view as the moon started to illuminate the streets.

"yeah," you glanced at him cautiously, giving him a soft smile, "is there an issue..?"

"yes? you barely know them.. i mean the year just started and you're already giving out your number?"

"im just making friends, kwannie. im getting tired of hearing your nagging to buy you iced coffee every single morning..." you teased him, light-heartedly of course, but for good measure you decided to add, "im joking."

you noticed his small pout, playing along with the joke. "hey, if you really leave me for some randos you just met ill be seriously upset. like really mega super upset." he then voiced, sounding a little more serious. it wasn't like him to suddenly mention things like that. you've known him for long enough to remember that any time he wanted to talk seriously with you he would always do it over text (probably to spare the embarrassment of stuttering mid rant or something like that, you assumed so anyway.)

you were taken a little aback by the comment and exhaled a half laugh half sigh. "you know i would never leave you for 'some randos i just met.' im aware you like me too much, ill save myself the hassle and ill save you the heartbreak." part of you was trying to lift the mood, but for the past few months you've been trying to test your theory of your best friend liking you.

you've liked seungkwan for as long as you can remember, whether it was platonic or romantic, there was always so much love towards him that you had. since summer had started, you've noticed him wanting to spend more time with you, brushing it off as you being best friends who had many due catch-up sessions that were always put off by uni. however, during the past few months, seungkwan has gotten incredibly clingy, and you found out that with the clinginess came jealousy.

every time you got invited out by him, he told you to send photos of what you'd wear and he would match with you effortlessly. every time a guy smiled at you, he'd pull you just that bit closer, grabbing your hand or even your waist when he got brave. every time you told him about a new friend, he'd ask you a million questions to make sure that you wouldn't replace him. it was honestly cute. he put so much effort into it that you weren't sure if he even noticed it.

"we both know its you that likes me. you probably think of me during your lessons instead of listening to the teacher thats why your grades are so low," he fired back unexpectedly, "what do you think about me doing? me kissing you? me taking my shirt off? me ruining you?"

his sudden comments flustered you, he wasn't completely wrong. there were days where you would imagine his fingers in you instead of your own, or even better, his massive cock that was always outlined due to the tight jeans he always wore. but that was normal, right? you were hitting your twenties and you haven't even had sex yet, thinking of your incredibly-hot-best-friend-of-seven-years in a sexual way had to be normal.

"and if i do?" you teased back, "you probably think of me in even weirder situations, perv."

his face turned into a smirk, hiding his surprise. "you know you like the idea of me thinking about you." he then chuckled, brushing it off as a joke. in reality, he needed you as much as you needed him, there were times where he couldn't stop thinking of you to the point it physically hurt him. he would get off to the photos he took of you in your slutty short skirts that you wore on your 'dates' or the messages you sent him that consisted of borderline sexting.

sighing, you hit his arm playfully. "don't get too ahead of yourself, we are just friends after all."

and that was the reality, you were both just extremely needy best friends that were too stubborn to admit you had feelings for each other. you both weren't sure if romantic feelings would ruin the friendship, so the safest option was to not mention it at all, even if it was hard at times, (especially for seungkwan who had enough of listening about your new male friends and the possibility of you getting together).

"hm. yeah, friends." you heard him mutter under his breath. you could tell he wanted to add to that statement, but instead kept quiet. you were too tired to push him into telling you and decided to let it go, at least until the next time you got to talk to him like this.

[lambden]

29 (I know this is ur witcher blog so I understand if legally you have to write a witcher drabble)

well. british one x superman/the lesser Hemsworth it is

G, 1592 words, no warnings except some canon anti-witcher sentiment

“Look at this,” rants Jaskier. Geralt doesn’t turn to look, sure their attention has been caught by the same thing. The notice board is rather scarce. Isla wants a farmhand to help with her unexpectedly rowdy herd of kids, without specifying if she means goat children or human ones. Preben, recently widowed, wants for a new wife— but not unless she’s blonde. The local guard wants everyone to pay the new levy without a fuss. Good luck with that one.

The only posting of any notice at all is a request to clear out some drowners by the river. Low risk, low reward. Geralt sucks his teeth at their circumstances, more bored than disappointed by the lack of opportunity, and his bard takes the sound as taciturn encouragement to continue complaining. “It’s unforgivable. Fucking bastardly idiots and their idiot propaganda! I— I’m going to take it down!”

Before Geralt reasons that they should probably take it down after killing the drowners, Jaskier lunges for the board. He doesn’t tear down the contract at all, instead going for a poster that Geralt hadn’t even noticed. He’s seen so many of these pinned up in the area that his eyes had honestly glanced over its details, but he is familiar with the general idea behind the idiot propaganda. In fact, he’s been dealing with similar bastardly idiots for decades before Jaskier was even born. He deadpans, “You gonna save it as a nice keepsake from your travels?”

“Save it for kindling, more like,” spits Jaskier, his eyes already blazing. He crumples up the poster in his hands, tossing it to the ground and then crushing it under his fancy but very solid heel. 

Even though Geralt hadn’t seen the specifics, he supposes this is probably a nice gesture. If the Great Temple of the Eternal Fire were the ones who posted it, their local chapter would waste weeks trying to deduce who was behind this heinous, heretic act of vandalism. And if the reigning local government posted it as an anti-magic measure, the consequences could be even greater for the town. Considering the hypothetical repercussions makes him grimace, but… Jaskier has already intervened, catalysing this town’s fate. For someone who claims to act as a narrator to the world’s plots, he is alarmingly good at stepping in and changing them. Geralt supposes the same could be said about himself, although he does it to his own chagrin whereas some great force drives Jaskier’s actions.

He wants to ask the bard what he might call that force, and what would possess him to venture so far out of his way to incur the wrath of people in power. But the inciting incident is already crumpled up in the dirt, and Geralt has no desire to enter yet another cyclical and monotonous conversation about why the bard does the things he does. It’s not like things will change. He has seen dozens of kings rise and fall, and the minutiae of each one’s rule only comes with more and more catastrophically cruel fallout for their kingdoms. Jaskier might have ripped down one poster, but an even harsher and more explicit one will be nailed up in its stead.

Geralt swallows his twisted, uncomfortable thoughts. He glances around to check that no one saw. Then he tears the drowner notice down from the board, shoving it into his pocket.

-

The mid-day sun beats down on them with a violence that would surely burn the shoulders and scalp of any normal human. It’s too bright to properly make out the path ahead, and they’ll need to stop soon so that Roach can drink and rest. Even Geralt, the only Wolf to ever survive the worst Trials twice, is fighting off fatigue. Maybe he should have taken Jaskier up on his offer to play an extra show last night, so they could have stayed in Novigrad another day. Instead they’re riding along the bank of an unnamed river, languishing together. And while the proximity to water should come as a relief and lower their temperatures, instead the humidity is just making his armour torturous to wear.

Or, rather, Geralt is riding along the bank and languishing. Jaskier, as he has been for the last few hours, is strumming his instrument and singing a quiet but fervent melody to himself. If Geralt didn’t love him so much he thinks he could kill him right now.

“Stop,” he commands, and Jaskier heeds him immediately, fingers going still on his lutestrings. “No, I… keep playing, if you want. But Roach needs a break.”

“I know what that’s code for,” sings Jaskier, which infuriates Geralt even more because he doesn’t know what that was code for, and he’s the one who fucking said it. “While I’m touched at your concern for my well-being, I’m right in the middle of composing, darling! Give me twenty more minutes and I think I’ll have something polished to perform at Midinváerne.”

Geralt digs his heels into Roach’s sides anyway. She stops cantering with a patient huff, and he directs her down towards the riverbed. 

The bard, despite his stupid request to continue onwards, trails after them down the bank. “I’m not that same boy who followed you out of Posada, you know,” he huffs impatiently, sounding amusingly similar to Roach. “My heels have blistered so many times they’re practically leathery now. And I can hold my piss like a champion.”

“That’s not why we stopped,” Geralt grunts, because ‘shut up’ would be too impolite. Unfortunately, he isn’t the same man who led the way out of Posada either. “How can you even compose without singing any words? It’s just humming.”

“Oh, I learned a long time ago to write my songs in my head,” laughs Jaskier, carefree. Guilt stings briefly and sharply at Geralt’s heart; he bats it away, turning to face the rushing creek beside them. “I can remember the entire thing, and I’ll take it down on paper once we make camp for the night. Got my invitation to eternal damnation. Get in line, pass the wine, we’re going straight to hell!”

Geralt’s pierced heart freezes, and it takes him a heavy, long moment as his blood runs cold through his veins without any added toxicity to get ahold of his suddenly churning emotions. He can just picture Jaskier’s pyre now, and all the bigots who would line up to applaud the demise of a loud-spoken free-spirit. “You can’t perform that.”

“What?” Jaskier stops strumming again, although this time the silence is paired with genuine hurt behind his open, vulnerable expression. “You don’t like it? That’s only the bridge, the rest is far more evocative. It’s a love song, really, and it’s about loving your community and your comrades. And it’s a call to arms—”

“No arms,” grunts Geralt, made ineloquent by his fear. “They’ll… What brought this on?”

“I will admit, I took inspiration from a source I thought I never would.” The bard drags his fingertip along a lutestring, clearly remembering something Geralt doesn’t from their travels. The fidgeting makes him look younger than he is, and it serves as an abrupt and unwelcome reminder of his immortality. Geralt scowls. “Oh, come now. You haven’t even heard the chorus!”

“Fine.” He stares Jaskier down, and while the bard has never looked intimidated by him, some form of tension does grow between them as they exchange a heavy look. The only sound in the world around them is Jaskier’s finger playing with the string of his instrument; even Roach is silent as she laps up running water. “What’s the chorus.”

“Umm…” The bard plays the same chord progression Geralt has heard over and over the last few hours, enough that it has phased into background ambience— only now, he accompanies it with the worst words Geralt could have imagined. “This hell is better with you… ?”

“They’re going to hang you,” Geralt blurts out before he can help it.

“They won’t—”

“They will,” insists Geralt, aware of the slightly pleading tone his voice has taken but unsure how to suppress it. Without quite meaning to, he stomps through the reeds over to Jaskier. Before he can think any better of it, he grabs the bard by the face and holds him tightly in place so as to impress his fear more clearly upon him. Maybe that’s what it is— maybe he’s fearful, actually afraid, for the first time in a long fucking time. “Jaskier. You can’t.”

“I have to,” says Jaskier, possessed by that horribly dangerous passion that Geralt has seen ignited across his young face a thousand times before. “It’s important.”

“You’re important,” Geralt blurts out.

The river rushes beside them; slowly, through his fear, Geralt realizes that he’s cupping Jaskier’s cheeks in his hands and standing rather close. Jaskier inhales sharply, his heart somehow beating even faster than the witcher’s. Neither of them pulls away.

“Alright,” Jaskier mumbles, blue eyes bright with emotion. “I’ll save it for just the two of us, then.”

-

“Walk a mile on these coals, busy cleansing my soul… getting ready for the night… damned for eternity, but you’re—”

“They’ll burn you alive.”

“There’s no one around,” Jaskier reminds him, gesturing at the wide, empty trail around him.

Geralt thinks on this, then thinks on it again.

“Damned for eternity, but you’re coming with me into the afterlife—” Jaskier’s lute plays a sour note as Geralt jumps down from Roach’s saddle, trapping the instrument between them as he kisses Jaskier like they’re both doomed. Which, of course, they are.

[wolfywrites]

Babysitting Adventures with Uncle Red

Pairing: Jason Todd/Own OC, Kori/Roy Harper

Warnings: A bit of swearing

A/N: It started with a prompt about babysitting and then a friend mentioned a little kid demanding to be called a captain after watching a pirate movie. Soon it spiraled into this drabble

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Jason Todd walked over to grab his cell phone off the nightstand by the bed, groaning softly at the caller ID blaring brightly. He carefully pulled away from the woman curled up against his chest, shifting his weight to sit at the edge of the bed.

“What do you want Roy? It’s way too early for you to get into superhero trouble for me to bail you out, plus it's my night off to chill.” Jason muttered under his breath, glancing behind him to see if he disturbed the women still asleep.

“Well, …it’s not superhero related exactly. But I do need a huge favor, Jaybird.” Roy replied, rubbing his neck sheepishly as Jay sighed.

“What exactly. Is the favor you have in mind. And it better not be anything stupid again. Took me a week before Sera was talking to me again from the last time one of his favors came into play.” Jay muttered angrily.

“I need you to babysit Lian for me today.”

“…”

“Come on Jaybird. You said you would babysit Lian for me at least once.”

“…”

“Jaybird? You still there?”

“…”

“I know I’m getting a look right now, but I really need this favor. Cheshire dropped Lian off unexpectedly and I have a date planned with Kori tonight.” Roy quickly explained before Jay could hang up on him.

“So, you call me at 3 in the fucking morning to ask me. You couldn’t have-.”

“Lian is selling girl scout cookies.”

“Drop her off in the morning and there better be thin mints.” Jay agreed easily.

“You got a deal Jaybird.” Roy happily cheered before hanging up himself.

Jay groaned softly and rubbed his tired eyes, muttering, “I am in so much trouble in the morning. Oh well, Sera won’t be to mad if Lian is selling girl scout cookies.” He set his phone on the nightstand and settled down beside Sera, tucking her back against his chest.

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Jay slowly blinked awake at an excited squeal and the smell of pancakes cooking. He groaned softly as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. “Guess Lian’s here but go greet the little squirt and see how mad Sera is.”

He stood up and cautiously peeked out the room for Lian and her deadly bow. He silently cursed Roy getting her that nerf bow for Christmas last year since she has the same aiming skills as her father and adopted uncle. She never missed a shot with it and he was usually the target of her terror. He slipped out the room and made his way toward the living room, spotting Lian perched in a chair beside Sera cooking. He smiled slightly at the sight and leaned against the doorway to watch.

Sera smiled softly at Lian and giggled softly as Lian rambled on excited about all the things she was hoping to do with her Uncle Red. She flipped another pancake onto a plate that held a stack already and nodded along to Lian’s rambling. “Well, I’m sure we’ll think of something fun to do once your uncle is awake. But you did remember to write down my order for thin mints correct?”

“Yep! Got it right here on the paper. Of course, Uncle Red’s is there too because he loves thin mints too.” Lian grinned excitedly as she showed the purchase list to Sera. She hopped down from the chair and scurried over to the kitchen table to take the plate from Sera.

“Alright. And if Peter would like breakfast too then he should stop lingering in the doorway and come sit his butt down at the table.” Sera called, glancing over her shoulder toward Jay’s position.

Jay winced at the use of his middle name and softly cursed knowing he was in serious trouble if Sera was using it. He quickly claimed his seat at the table and made a face at Lian when she giggled at him. He glanced up as Sera slid into her seat across from him and silently took the plate she offered him. “Sooo… How much trouble am I in?” Jay questioned as they ate.

“Depends on when you found out you were babysitting,” Sera replied quickly.

“Roy called at 3 this morning.”

“Hmm, and it is now 6 at night. I and Lian will be crashing in our room then. You’ll be sleeping on the couch as punishment.” Sera said.

Jay blinked up at her and stared as her words processed through his brain. “The hell? How come I have to sleep on the couch when there’s a spare room down the damn hall.”

“That’s 50 cents in the swear jar Uncle Red,” Lian called as she hopped down from the chair. Jay paused in his ranting to stare at his niece and Lian held up a mason jar halfway full of loose dollar bills and coins. She shook the jar at him and grinned widely as she held it out for him to drop some coins in.

“Lian is raising money to purchase a new bow. So, she created the swear jar. Her father has supplied plenty of money already, but she brought it here to see if she can get some money added from her Uncle Red.” Sera explained, smirking as Jay dropped his head onto the table.

“Come on Uncle Red, he has to play up or I’ll keep shaking the jar by him,” Lian said sweetly, shaking the jar harder for emphasis on her threat.

Jay groaned and pushed away from the table to go find his wallet. “Alright alright, I’m going to get it. Stop with the shaking. Now, how about a movie instead of annoying me.” Jay called back to his niece.

Lian grinned and bounced, yelling, “PIRATE MOVIE! I WANNA WATCH THE PIRATE MOVIE!”

Sera tilted her head in question and glanced up at Jay when he returned with the cash for the jar. He chuckled softly and tugged the “Pirates of the Caribbean” from his stack of movies on the coffee table. He popped the movie into the DVD player and yelped when Lian darted past him to claim a seat on the couch.

“Alright, kid have fun while the adults have a chat,” Jay said, ruffling her hair as he passed her.

Lian nodded quickly and focused on the movie playing as Jay reclaimed his seat in front of Sera. Lian grinned widely at the antics of Jack Sparrow and giggled as he danced around with his jar of dirt. She blinked up at Jay when he dropped into the seat beside her and smile as she snuggled down beside Jay.

Jay smiled slightly and leaned back against the couch. He shifted Lian to sit in his lap and tugged Sera to sit beside him instead of at the other end of the couch. Sera tucked her feet under her and smiled slightly.

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“Lian it’s time for your bath,” Sera called on her search for Lian. She rested her hands on her hips and looked around the apartment. “Alright, where is she, missy.”

Jay chuckles and says, “Sorry babe but Lian isn't answering to that.”

“And what is the young girl answering to?”

“Well, Captain Lian has demanded that she does not require a bath and will continue to hide until the British Fleet gives in,” Jay said, smirking as Sera rubbed her temples. “Ey, this is what I have to deal with when I shop her the movie every time. Your turn to figure it out.”

Sera drummed her fingers along her arm and leaned her weight on one leg as she rested her hand on her hip. “Alright well since Captain Lian states she doesn’t want to take a bath then this captain won’t get any treasure.”

“A pirate captain needs her treasure. I want treasure.” Lian called, popping up from behind the couch and exposing her hiding place. Sera smirked at Jay as Lian took off toward the bathroom and blew a kiss at his stunned face as she followed Lian.

“Well, I’ll be damned. She actually got the squirt to take a bath.” Jay muttered.

“THAT’S ANOTHER QUARTER IN THE JAR!” Lian yelled from the bathroom. Jay groaned softly and shuffled toward the kitchen where the jar was currently sitting. He eyed the level of cash in the jar and dropped in the quarter, muttering, “She’s almost got it full to the top.”

He glanced at the hall and dropped in a few more dollars just in case he slipped again while Lian and the jar were still at the apartment. He stretched out her back and hummed softly as he started cleaning up around “Captain Lian’s” pillow fort. He smiled softly as he cleaned and glanced up at a squeal and excited laughter.

Lian ran in, holding the end of a borrowed shirt up, and ducked behind Jay. She giggled loudly and peeked around him as he glanced down at her in question. Lian pointed to the hall and Sera tapped her foot as she stopped in the doorway, soaking wet from being pulled into the tub.

“A certain Captain decided to abandon ship and give reigns to a new captain. Now one treasure then maybe a song and finally bedtime. Am I clear crew?” Sera asked the two of them.

“Ma’am, yes ma’am.” Jay and Lian chorused together as they saluted Sera. She nodded firmly and turned back to the hall to go change as Lian and Jay snickered softly. Jay chuckled softly and lead Lian to the kitchen to get her treat and high fived her.

Lian smiled widely as she carried her plate to the bedroom and climbed up onto the bed once Sera had let them in after she was finished changing. Sera settled in beside Lian and took the offered cookie, smiling softly as Lian wiggled closer to her. Lian happily snacked on her cookies as Jay acted out one of her storybooks she brought over and yawned widely after the third book.

“Ahh looks like the young cabin girl is getting sleep. How about a song then?” Sera softly asked. Lian nodded slowly and laid down as Sera tucked the blanket around her tighter. Jay sat on the open side of the bed and smiled softly as Sera began to sing. Lian curled up against Sera’s side and slowly nodded off to the soft lullaby.

“Out like a light. Could never get her to sleep that quickly.” Jay whispered as Sera gently adjusted Lian, so she could lay down.

“Well, it’s simple really. I’ve had to help raise Alice and Angel. I have more experience with kids.” Sera mumbled softly, nodding off herself.

Jay smiled softly and lightly kissed Sera’s forehead when she dozed off fully. “Maybe someday in the future, we’ll have our own kids.” He softly mumbled to himself before settling down to sleep as well.

[misssophiachase]

Champagne Supernova

25 Days of Klaroline + Things

So, this didn't start out this way at all (and to be honest wasn't even planned until a few hours ago) but has become a TO season 5 premiere inspired drabble. After Rebekah asks for Caroline's help with an out-of-control Klaus, she decides to intervene in her own constructive 'Forbes' way to bring him back from the brink.

Someday you will find me, caught beneath the landslide….

Monte Carlo, France

Klaus was supposedly invincible but after waking half dressed, tangled in his white, bed sheets his mouth dry and the headache from hell he was seriously doubting that fact. He'd stumbled to the bathroom to empty the contents of his stomach, the brief glance in the hotel room mirror on his way illustrating his knotted blonde curls, ashen complexion and just how red rimmed his usually dark, blue eyes were.

Turns out even the most powerful creature on earth wasn't immune to a good, old fashioned hang over. He'd spent the previous night gambling at the Monte Carlo Casino not remembering just how well or how badly he'd fared. Klaus figured that given his state, it was most probably the latter.

After immersing himself in the welcoming, hot shower and placing a towel tightly around his waist, Klaus made his way to the bedroom. Ever since Hope had left his life, Klaus had lost his way and reverted back to the beast he'd once been. He wasn't proud of his actions but without his daughter, or his siblings, his life had spun out of control and there was no one there to catch him.

Klaus had travelled extensively the past eight years, never staying in one place for more than a few days. He considered there was no point given he'd usually tasted the best human offerings and terrorised the worst. Klaus had never really possessed the best attention span and wasn't about to start after more than one thousand years roaming the earth.

He'd ordered his usual eggs over easy and was looking forward to pairing it with whomever delivered his room service. Then he'd be on his way. The bell rang a half hour later, Klaus had changed into a dark pair of jeans that hugged his hips, not bothering with his usual henley because he didn't want to stain it unnecessarily. He licked his lips in anticipation, while opening the door to reveal his prey. The hunt was really all he had left to treat the overwhelming numbness these days.

"Room service," she chirped in a rich, French accent, her red waves pulled back into a neat chignon, her black and white uniform perfectly pressed. He could make out the curves of her creamy neck ready for his touch. The excitement was building, his fangs readying themselves to strike. Before he could she spoke again. "I found this on your doormat." He regarded the envelope curiously, the neat cursive of his name confirming it was indeed his. Klaus snatched it from her grasp, not bothering with pleasantries.

Turning it over, he realised there was no return address. Ripping the flap open in one swift move, he pulled out the insert. The invitation was immaculate. Thick, white card, embossed with gold calligraphy. His only clue, the address of the soiree in one week. In Champagne of all places.

Klaus knew the area well; in fact it was one of his favourite destinations in France. It was also the original hometown of a witch he was desperate to track down. A witch that could give him the answers he needed about getting his daughter back for good and exorcising the Hollow once and for all. It seemed like after all his searching she'd found him and Klaus wasn't willing to take that for granted.

He gave the employee an unexpected smirk, he could barely extend his lips past a frown these days so the news had obviously buoyed him somewhat. Her eyelashes fluttered and her breasts pushing forward for closer inspection. Klaus had long since entertained any lustful thoughts, ever since she'd left his life. Caroline Forbes was the only person that could rouse him and had no intention or interest in any other.

Grabbing the tray and slamming the door shut, he could hear her annoyed mutterings that he hadn't offered a tip. Klaus figured she should feel lucky he didn't eat her for breakfast. Now, all he needed was a new suit for the ball, he wanted to make an impression after all.

Les Crayeres Chateau, Champagne

The cool, Autumn night was still and deliciously fragrant with the aroma of ripe grapes. Even though it was dark, Klaus could make out the vines bordering the long driveway and bathed in silvery moonlight as he approached in the chauffeured vehicle he'd commandeered. Klaus had assumed that the house would be brightly lit and filled with noise and activity. It was a ball after all. Although his host was a mystery, Klaus knew Audrey would be somewhere amongst the guests.

Audrey Marchand had grown up in Champagne, a slave and farm hand on one of the original properties when her powers had manifested themselves. The townsfolk were petrified and her parents had immediately sent her away in shame. As she travelled further from her hometown her power had grown tenfold. Instead of fearing others they came to fear her. It had been a fiery incident in New Orleans decades earlier when she'd come up against the Hollow, a Native American witch with unrivalled powers. Audrey had been the one to challenge and immobilise her at the time. If she could do it once, Klaus was hopeful she could again then free Hope and his siblings from their forced exile.

The Chateau looming ahead was built in 1885 then partially destroyed by the German forces in World War I. In 1940's the Royal Air Force occupied the castle, followed by the American Army and then Count Charles of Colignac. But it looked like the witch that had once toiled the land was back with a vengeance to take back what was her childhood home. Klaus only hoped he could convince her that family and tradition meant just as much to him as it did her.

The car came to a stop, the chauffeur opening his door and tipping his hat as Klaus strode purposefully towards the entrance. It was dark and eerily quiet and obviously not a ball as he'd been led to believe, Klaus should have been alarmed but after all these years he was willing to do whatever it took. He rang the bell by the grand, wooden door waiting impatiently for Audrey to answer.

She didn't, of course. A greying gentleman in black tails appeared, taking his coat and gesturing inside mysteriously. It was dark, the only light emanating from a large and welcoming open fire, the vaulted ceiling making the spacious lounge room look even grander. He took a few tentative steps, her lithe form coming into view as she stared into the crackling fire. From this angle, Klaus had the perfect view of her toned back accentuated by the low cut, emerald, silk dress.

There was no way this was the witch he was looking for given her age but another look at her familiar curves was causing him to stir unexpectedly. There was only one person on earth who could make that happen. But it couldn't be her. It was impossible.

"Took your time," she drawled, turning to face him, her rosy cheeks from the warmth obvious in the fire light. Her blonde waves were pulled back dramatically from her face, highlighting the smooth neck he'd familiarised himself with once upon a time. Suddenly he wanted to do it all over again.

"Well, perhaps if I'd known I was meeting with the ever punctual, and highly strung, Caroline Forbes I might have picked up the pace, sweetheart," he murmured, trying to ignore just how delectable she looked in that gown which he had a sudden urge to rip from her body. He decided to blame it on the fact he'd been celibate for so long and the intense power she had over his senses.

"I resent that," she scowled. Klaus was fairly certain she would look beautiful no matter the expression.

"Says the girl who invited me here on false pretences," he scoffed.

"The invite never said..."

"But your intention was to make me believe I was meeting with Audrey Marchand. I'm curious about two things, love," Klaus mused, making his way towards Caroline, his body trying to betray his resolve but his mind slightly winning the fight thankfully. "How you knew to come her and why you're trying to deceive me? Especially given you're supposed to be teaching my daughter in Mystic Falls."

"Same old Klaus Mikaelson, trying to prove he's the alpha male."

"Oh, I am..."

"Yeah, I know how this predictable, wolf-like, testosterone rant goes," she dismissed, her blue eyes blazing angrily in his direction. "I've witnessed it enough times."

"Why are you here?" He repeated, his frustration threatening to overtake his control. Klaus was either going to throw a long awaited tantrum or kiss those perfect, pink lips and knew either of those options wouldn't end well with Caroline Forbes.

"I have been teaching your daughter for eight years," she barely managed through gritted teeth. "But you know that. And not that you deserve an oral report, Mikaelson, but she's bright, engaged and extremely talented."

"She is?" He grinned proudly, feeling the happiest he had in years. Suddenly all his anxieties for her well being had melted away in a brief moment. He'd never doubted Caroline but his absence from Hope had weighed heavily upon his mind. "Well, of course she's bloody brilliant. She is a Mikaelson after all."

"Nice to see that arrogance has been dialled down a notch."

"Last time I checked you hadn't explained what you're doing here," he pushed, trying to ignore just how adorable she looked biting her lower lip in response.

"I heard you were being kind of an ass," she offered. Klaus was now facing her at the mantle, their proximity closer than it had been in a long while. "And after all these years, I kind of feel a responsibility to your daughter."

"Oh really?"

"Fine, you are being the biggest ass." Klaus chuckled, his laugh coming out in full force. He forgot what it was like to really relax and he'd missed it. As usual it was Caroline Forbes that had brought him back to life, even if he still did have his suspicions.

"I've missed that cute but hostile act," he smiled. "So, who sent you here? Kol, Elijah, Freya..."

"Rebekah."

"I really should have known, she is the most interfering."

"I always assumed she hated me," Caroline admitted. "And then she turned up at the school out of the blue demanding I save you from yourself given our connection but I hardly think we're destined for best friend, heart necklaces just yet."

"Probably safer that way," Klaus advised, beginning to pace back and forth now deep in thought. Yes, his sister was doing her best to make his life difficult but there was so much more to this scenario. "Hang on, save me from myself?"

"I knew you'd love that explanation. Apparently you've been leaving a trail of human, buffet offerings in your wake all over the world and between you and me it's kind of gross, not to mention completely unhygienic."

"I've had a lot on my mind," he muttered defensively, his pacing increasing with every word. Klaus never imagined this being their first conversation in so many years.

"Your daughter should be the most important..."

"Oh, you mean my daughter who I can't ever see ever again?" He huffed, coming to a stop. "All I ever think about is what I would say to her the first time we see each other again and just how overwhelming that embrace would be. Why do you think I'm here? Although given your interference, it seems that I've hit another dead end."

"No need to flatter me Mikaelson," she quipped sarcastically. Even given the drama, Klaus stilled. There were many sides to Caroline Forbes but he'd never get tired of any. "That's why I'm here."

"Excuse me?"

"You want Audrey, right?" Klaus nodded, not sure what was coming next. "I found her."

"How exactly?"

"Okay, not sure if your memories have been wiped during this whole reckless, let's eat everyone and hate everyone phase but I have a knack for solving a good puzzle. Remember that whole Hunter's sword, Aramaic, cryptex, DaVinci Code situation back in the day?"

"I didn't realise you'd mastered Aramaic?"

"You can't help yourself, can you?" She shot back. "Always so damn arrogant even in the most challenging of situations."

"You know me too well, so about Audrey?"

"She's holed up in a townhouse in Bonn, Germany," she explained. "Her movements have been limited for a while to avoid magical tracking but the best chance you have is surprising her there."

"And?"

"Explaining how you have the deeds to the very winery she worked at all those years ago in France. A place she has pined for since she was fifteen.”

“But how did you manage to get those?’

“I can be extremely persuasive.” Klaus knew not to argue given he was in complete agreement. “If those aren’t enough to help break the curse between Hope and your siblings I don't know what is, Klaus. If not, I have plenty of alternative plans on the ready."

"You do?"

"You're talking to Caroline Forbes, do you know how many decade dances, proms, homecomings and presidential elections I excelled in before I even graduated high school? I'm pretty certain I could rule the world even without Aramaic, you know just saying."

"I have no doubt," Klaus smiled knowingly, thinking just how perfect she'd be by his side in New Orleans. "With a resume like that you're destined for royalty, love." He held her gaze as she did his, the fire crackling rythmically in the background.

"How about a toast?" Caroline asked, gesturing to the nearby waiter. Two crystal glasses were filled immediately with the bubbling and sought after liquid from that very region and clinked against each other in toast. "This is our thing, after all."

"You shot me down when I said that all those years ago." Klaus argued, his surprise evident.

"I was still technically underage," she argued. "And I suppose I didn't want you to get too comfortable with me."

"And now?"

"I'm well over the age limit, no need to card me, officer."

"That's not what I meant," he chided.

"I suppose comfort has its benefits, especially in the right setting and at the right time," Caroline admitted. "So, do we have a deal?"

"Deal?"

"You stop being a moping, serial killing ass and I promise to help you find Audrey," Caroline insisted, her eyebrows raised curiously. Klaus wasn't sure he could resist with her blue eyes hypnotising him like that.

"However long it takes?" He managed to utter, unable to help himself. The reddening on her cheeks was enough to tell Klaus he'd made his very obvious point.

"One step at a time," she murmured. "But I do give bonus points for longevity."

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One Sided: A Twitter Series, Part Four

Much longer part today, story is developing now so I’m excited. Thank you for the love and asks- enjoy!

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6:55am, 26.7.16

Waking up after having less than two hours of sleep is never easy, especially when you commit to do something that requires leaving the house at 8am. Forcing the heavy duvet that consumes me and calls my name that mutters sweet nothings into my ears in attempt to convince me to stay I sit upright, instantly regretting it. The usual dragging feeling spreads through my body, the heaviness from lack of sleep returns and the lamps still being visible through the blinds never makes me feel happy. 

Placing my feet against the bitty carpet goosebumps become visible as they wrap themselves around my bare legs, the cold air attacking my exposed skin with all it had and the urge to be warm under the duvet was irresistible. I hold onto the duvet, the constant battle I have with myself everyday, regardless of having commitments or not. 

It’s been too long now, yet no one gets it really- I’m not tired, I’m exhausted and done. Taking my phone off of charge I slip on my Dad’s old fleece I sort of permanently borrowed, despite how ugly it is you can’t beat the comfort and thickness of it. Heading downstairs for breakfast I scroll past notifications, see if anyone has answered my messages- not that I’m expecting to see Ashton on my feed, as if. 

Clicking on my messages I see three new messages, all from Maddie. Maddie had a bit of a habit of rant texting or ensuring I know of all the plans and details for the day ahead. 

6am: So I will see you on the bus at 8:10 as I’m getting on a different stop. 

6:02am: Why aren’t you answering? You are always on your phone. Ugh, the others know so just meet them at the stop. 

6:09am: How are you anyway? 

Laughing to myself I shake my head at Maddie’s messages, always as frantic as ever before, but that’s friends for you. Slowly I got ready for the day ahead, knowing it would be a long one and the wait for brunch would be excruciating considering the rumbling of my stomach now and it’s only 7:10. 

Groaning I pick up my phone and aimlessly scroll through social media as I sip at my tea before heading upstairs, phone still in hand and the same four apps to rotate between. Putting my phone down I quickly get ready knowing how early Emma will be and Spencer will shortly follow. 

7:18am: Hey guys, don’t worry I won’t be late- I’ll see you at the bus stop at 7:50?

Following my message to the group they all reply within minutes, consisting of ‘sure you will’ and ‘hurry up.’ I roll my eyes and pick up the pace, knowing they are as eager as me to eat something. Just as I finish getting ready and grab my bag I run down the stairs, grab my boots and slip them on and yell a goodbye to my parents. 

As I close the front door behind me I sigh, seeing the sky still laced with the remainder of the night as it begins to fade away and be replaced with the colours of joy and new beginnings. Wishing I had opted to wear jeans over a skirt I wrap my jacket tighter around myself and plug my earphones in, shutting the world out. 

The short walk to the bus stop allows me to think about a few things, different things than the thoughts that occur when I can’t sleep. I play over what happened last night and pause, did that actually happen? Feeling for my phone in my pocket I pull it out and click on the app, praying it was just a dream, but what if I actually said that to him? Why would I think he’d care? 

My fingertips tremble as I press the small envelope and see at the top of my messages; 

You and ASHTON IRWIN. 

“What?” I mutter to myself as I stand on the edge of the curb, completely confused and slightly proud of myself for managing this, pulling something off so unlike myself. “Right, right.” Nodding I continue walking and daydream about what I could write to him, should I even write to him? Is that weird? 

Shaking the thoughts away I near the bus stop and see no other figures hanging around. For once I’m the early bird outside of her nest. I lean against the frame of the small shelter patiently waiting for them to turn up to join me, glancing up I see the glowing orange writing on the screen, ‘TEN MINUTES.’ 

Debating in my mind what to say I look either side of me, I mean, no one is here to judge me so why not? 

7:52am: Hi Ashton, morning I guess. 

7:52am: Actually I have no idea what time it is for you right now, but if it’s night time as I’m presuming I hope you’re sleeping or just relaxing. 

7:52am: Thank you for well, nevermind. 

“Woah, you’re here before us?” Emma laughed as I slipped my phone back into my pocket and turned to face her. Shifting my focus from her I saw a car park opposite and Spencer climbed out, talking to Adam- her boyfriend since we were kids. 

Shrugging my shoulders we both sat down on the awkwardly thin bench angled to ensure discomfort whilst we waited for the bus and Spencer, both betting which would arrive first. 

8:01am: Hey, you almost here? 

8:01am: We’re just a few minutes away, upstairs towards the back of the bus Maddie :)

8:01am: Good as I’m cold and got a lot to tell you. 

As always Maddie has a story, I show the message to the others and we all share a knowing look. “Why am I not surprised?” Spencer speaks up and laughs lightly to herself. 

Once Maddie gets on and clocks onto where we are sat I move along to the window seat. She sits down next to me exhaling loudly, less than 2 seconds and she’s already irritated by something, I think this is her personal best. “Everything alright Mads?” I speak up and look to the others who shake their heads and turn to have their own conversation, meaning it’s up to me to take the weight of her troubles yet again. 

“Ugh it’s just this bus and how it was late and it’s raining.” I could see her lips moving and the faint sound of her whines but my ears wouldn’t tune in to the drabble she spoke. 

No matter how hard I tried to tell myself to listen I couldn’t help but zone out, not that Maddie would notice as she is too wrapped up in her eventful morning, all two hours of it. “-and then he finally let me on.” Lifting her hands up in annoyance she just scoffed, I assumed she finished and I shook my head, trying to act as if I knew all she said. 

“Awful.” Trying to mimic her tone she nodded in agreement. 

Problem with being the one who doesn’t sleep means when others can’t sleep I’m usually the first person they turn to, and the one they confide in. Yet most of the time I can barely focus on their written words, what bothers them about petty things. Instead all I can think about is the bigger matters, life, death, the future, the inevitable, anything else. 

Maddie turned to talk to Spencer and I happily observed life outside of the bus window. Dotted in rain droplets it altered my vision and perception of how everything was that we passed by in a hurry, from Mums with push chairs to teenagers listening to music and elders hand in hand; just life. 

8:26am: Ever think about life on the road? What you see outside and how you can’t interfere or be apart of it, no matter how badly you want to? 

Sending the short message I lock my phone again, unsure why of all people to talk to I opt to a dead end rather than Maddie, Emma, Spencer, Anna even. Zoning out entirely as my eyes fixate on the droplets of rain and how they have clung to the window like cement Maddie taps my shoulder as she stands up, getting off of the bus. 

Once we get outside we walk down the road to the cafe which is unexpectedly bigger as you go up the narrow creaky staircase and past the old movie posters and local acts performing in the theatre. The smell of pastries and coffee beans brings a smile to my face as we find a table quickly, relaxing into the comfy wooden back and plump cushion I sit on. 

“Chocolate tea or plain tea?” Emma asks as she is intrigued by the idea of chocolate tea, something so unheard of her green eyes glisten with pure fascination.  

Maddie rests her head in her hands, “Be adventurous.” 

Emma and Maddie go first to order, leaving me and Spencer to wait a little bit longer. “How many hours last night?” She spoke up as I rubbed my eyes. 

Spencer has known me since we were 2, our Mums went to the same Doctor and somehow met there. I’d always known her but was never close until we were around 10, from then on in we’ve been inseparable- except when she’s with Adam. And since she has known me for years she knows me inside and out, being one of the few to know about my sleep problem. 

Sighing I cross my arms on the table and bury my head in the soft darkness for a little while, drown out the chatter of the early morning. I simply raise two fingers up and hear a loud sigh. “You need to tell someone about it, it’s gone on too long.” I ignore her comment as always, what good will telling someone do? Last time I tried to tell someone it didn’t go so well as they didn’t believe a word I said and blamed it on lack of exercise. 

Lifting my head up I gave her a small smile, she knew I wouldn’t talk about it unless it was in a jokey manner. Truth is it hurts too much. 

Maddie and Emma come over laughing and sit back down, “Bless him must be his first day on the job.” Emma chuckled. 

“What happened?” I spoke up wanting to find a way to feel more energised, if anyone could make me feel jolly and distract me it would be these guys. 

Emma nodded to Maddie who struggled to hold back her laughs, “We think there’s a new barista there and we ordered chocolate tea and he, he picked up a carton of milk and didn’t know the lid wasn’t on and he spun it around and-” I could see her cheeks tinting red, the luminous colour of the raspberry sauce displayed next to the menus on our table. “it went all over the counter, the coffee machine, partly on him and.” 

“and the cashiers back.” Emma finished as Maddie hid her face only showing her shoulders going up and down. “Oh, the look on the cashier’s face just said it all.” Emma shook her head and pulled a very fed up and pissed off expression, I glanced over to Spencer and she shrugged her shoulders whilst the other two were unable to control themselves. 

“Well,” Spencer stood up and looked my way, “we better go order something to eat, I can hear your stomach from here.” She motioned for me to join her and we headed down the creaky stairs in silence towards the chatter of plates and whirring of the coffee machine. 

As we queue up I glance up to see the enlarged menu above the coffee machine splattered in milk and can’t help but nudge Spencer to see. Both of us share a mischievous smile until I’m called to the counter, unaware of being next in line. “Hi, how are you today?” I speak up, fighting back the tiredness that is lacing around my eyes and trickling through my body, making it feel heavier than it is. Talking like this, small talk can help, fight the urge to close my eyes and embrace a positive conversation- no matter how short it may be. 

“Oh.” I hear him speak up and as I look up I smile to him. Hair the colour of a strongly brewed cup of tea and eyes as bright as the green grass I wish to see in the summer along with a shy smile he wears. “It’s erm, it’s been good- well besides spilling milk everywhere.” He lets out a nervous laugh and I do the whole smiling to myself and look at my feet then back at him thing, something I do to break eye contact before it gets awkward. 

“You’re the milk person then, guess the cashier went to change?” I joked and he laughed in response and leant over the till. 

His face was close to mine and up close I could see the flecks of amber running around those green eyes, it was unusual, but I liked it. “He was trying to impress the girl he was serving and I sort of screwed up his plan when she burst out laughing at him.” I chuckled in response as he smiled brightly at my laugh. “You have a great laugh.” He beamed to me and I moved away from the counter, leaning my hands against it as I focused on the menu board above. 

“Can I get the summer berry pancakes and a breakfast tea please?” I moved the conversation on as a wave of sleep smacked me square on, the desire for food and caffeine increased and I felt someone touch my arm. Turning I saw Spencer look at me with concern, I merely shook my head and she took her hand away. 

The milk guy told the others my order and then focused back on me with a bright smile, one that wasn’t there two minutes ago. “Do you have a stamp card?” I raised an eyebrow to him and he picked one up. “Here, let me just stamp this and basically if you come back you collect stamps yada yada yada free brunch.” My eyes went wide with excitement at the thought of free brunch, I knew I must’ve looked like a kid in Disneyland but one can never say no to free food. 

“I’m always up for free food.” I cannot hide my smile as he passed me my stamp card and I slipped it into my purse. Looking back to him his smile was gone and replaced by a disheartened expression. 

“I’ll erm, your food will be brought up to you. Enjoy.” He waved me off with less enthusiasm and I wondered what happened in that split second, shrugging it off I headed back upstairs and was quickly followed by Spencer. 

“You know,” She spoke up as I kept on walking up towards the window on the landing before the next flight of stairs. “you’ve never been good at knowing when a guy flirts have you?” I can feel my cheeks burning up and shrug it off. 

“He wasn’t flirting Spencer, not everyone is instantly a flirt just because you are.” I joke and continue walking on up towards the others. 

“Oh come on, you didn’t see the smile he had, how he complimented your laugh or how he looked at your eyes with a similar look Adam has at doughnuts. 

Stopping I turn back to face her, “You’re comparing my face to doughnuts?” Sighing I continue walking towards our table as she apologises profusely, realising the poor example she used. 

Everyone continues to chatter whilst I check my phone quickly and type a short message, needing to get it off my chest. 

8:47am: Ever been compared to something less than complimentary, degrading even? 

8:47am: As I was just compared to a doughnut, morning off to a good start. 

Smiling to the message I lock my phone and see all eyes focused on me. “What?” I ask and they still keep their eyes fixated on mine, an element of curiosity about them. 

“Why are you smiling to your phone, you normally get annoyed by it.” Emma speaks up and I place it face down on the table. 

“It’s nothing really.” I say but Maddie and Spencer raise an eyebrow, then all three of them move closer, clearly not buying it. “Fine.” Sighing I move my hair out of my face and rest my head in my hand. “I am messaging Ashton Irwin.” I state it as if it were nothing exciting, so bluntly it could not even cut butter. 

They don’t respond immediately like I expected them to, instead they stay quiet and wear similar perplexed looks. “You know, Ashton the drummer?” I try yet they still seem non responsive. “From 5 Seconds of Summer?” Then they let out a small ‘O’ and then nothing. 

“How the hell did you get to message him of all people?” Maddie asked completely shocked and almost in a state of disbelief. 

I began to explain a condensed version of last night, missing out on the insomnia aspect and more that I just couldn’t get to sleep and by the time I was finished it seemed as if no one believed it. “That sort of thing doesn’t just happen, come on.” Maddie looked away awkwardly and I glanced to the others but they too avoided eye contact. 

“Well I’ll show you.” Just as I went onto Twitter our food and drinks came. “I’ll show you later.” I piped up as my mouth began to water at the sight of fluffy pancakes drizzled in a berry compote and fresh berries between stacks. 

As we headed down the stairs of the cafe we thanked the staff and headed on out. “Miss? Erm berry pancake person?” Someone apprehensively called out and the four of us turned around, slightly confused as to why we were being summoned. “You.” He pointed to me and I felt insecure and worried as to why I was being pinpointed. 

“Did I do something wrong? I did pay!” I exclaim as I begin to search through my purse for my receipt, Spencer agreeing with me stating how she saw me pay. 

“No no Miss, it’s nothing to do with that!” He faffed in front of my purse and I held it to my side, letting out a sigh of relief. “Just, just check your stamp card, you’ll thank us later.” He smiled and wished us a good day and headed back inside the cafe. 

We all looked at each other with confused expressions, “Well that was weird.” I joked and continued walking yet the others remained stationary. “What?” Lifting my arms up they all focused on my purse, not saying anything. “Yeah like there’s something on my card out of everyone’s.” I mumbled under my breath as I pulled my stamp card out and saw the small tea shaped stamp, the others quickly huddled around. “See? Nothing.” I passed it to them and continued walking with not a single care as I was awake, wide awake. 

“Call me, Daniel?!” Spencer yelled and I turned on my heels and saw the shocked expressions on their faces. Titling my head she held it up and I took the few steps towards it and saw a name and a number scribbled down. “The milk guy do you think?” She beamed and I shrugged my shoulders taking it in my grasp. 

“I, I don’t know.” I mumbled and put the card in my pocket next to my phone, “guess I’ll find out later.” Smiling to them we walked on, hoping to enjoy this short burst of sunshine before the clouds form again.