Post by Aine La Havas on May 25, 2018 17:14:16 GMT
@n/a, wc: 515
Underneath a blue sky, Aine savored the time with herself. Flipping her hand from one side to another the illusionist scanned for imperfections. It was strange, she thought, how you could never truly see yourself. Of course, you could see bits and pieces with your eyes, or use a mirror. That wasn't natural though. As the audience and the show, you pose yourself differently. All this to say that Aine wondered what she looked like at that exact moment. Was anyone watching in the distance? Eyes shut to the world around her, Aine didn't care to look. This way her fantasy could remain uninterrupted. She looked good and maybe (hopefully) there was someone looking at her thinking the same.
Stomach against the cool grass, her limbs sprawled haphazardly. The witch hadn't bothered with a blanket. Only one would've done. A victim to her own habits, she'd searched for hours to find it. Years had caused the fabric fray. The colors were faded from wash and use. Still, it was so soft, so smooth. It was thin enough to provide a barrier between the witch and the ground without disconnecting her from the surrounding nature.
A low rumble sounded in her head. Aine, I'm hungry. Exasperated, she rolled onto her back. Making a production out of her annoyance, Aine threw her arms behind her head as she turned. Belly could be a pain. Not that she minded feeding him. It was just, well, he was always hungry. Couldn't he keep it to himself for a moment? He knew that time like this was important to his witch. Luckily, years of being attached to him had taught Aine to keep ample snacks on hand. Aine, are you listening? I'm starving. She sucked her teeth in response.
Inside of her bag, there were a few treats to choose from. Apples, some Danishes she picked up at the bakery, leftover pasta from dinner, and a bar of chocolate. Aineeeee. C'mon, please tell me you got something good. If she rolled her eyes any harder, they would've popped out of the illusionist's skull."Oh, shut up and stop being greedy. I heard you." She huffed. It seemed to be a game between them. How long could Belly whine before Aine was forced to acknowledge him? The record so far was twenty seconds. She's a sucker for that lizard. His wish, her command, errr, vice versa?
Gripping the apple tight enough to bruise it, she weakened her grip. It was only a test of strength. Aine didn't want to ruin it. Smooth and cool in her hands, the witch rubbed it some. Before she could hand it to her familiar, the nile monitor dove his face into her hand. In one unceremonious gobble, the apple disappeared. She laughed. Wrapping her arms around Belly's neck, she held tight. Heartbeats passed before she released him.
"Now, will you please be quiet?" He gave no response, instead, he sat perfectly still. In the light, his artificial scales (bottle caps, coins, the like) sparkled. Belly looked like a statue. Leaning against him, Aine joined his silence.
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