Her lips hover over the edge of the searing ceramic. Hot breath rushes out of her mouth, whistling around her teeth. Tremors run throughout her body, caused by the freezing temperature. She sits outside, sitting with her legs crossed on a cast-iron chair placed on the brick porch. Her hands shakily grip the mug filled with steaming coffee, quickly becoming colder. The cold air caressed her body, encasing it in its breath. It is pitch black outside, the sun has not risen, and will not until a few hours. She had time. Fumbling with the key, she slipped open the door, letting it close shut as she entered her dimly lit home. Candles decorated the room, emitting warm light. She shuffled over to the small couch, adjacent to a wooden coffee table, various items scattered on it. She sat onto the seat, her armor discarded, only wearing a skimpy dress, barely covering the halfway point on her pale thighs. Her eyes wandered over the quite empty room that was her apartment, her half-lidded eyes traveled through the dark nooks and crannies. Time was suspended for a brief moment, not knowing how much time had passed, she didn't really care. A light rapping was heard at the door, trapping the cold outside. She didn't move to answer the door. She didn't open the wooden entrance to invite anyone inside. After a while, she had thought the person had left, but she was exposed to her door opening, the cold air bursting in with a certain man.
A sigh escaped his lips, closing the door and slipping off his gloves. He entered the main room, his eyes falling upon her. "Lucina…." he dragged on, slight sympathy rising in his voice. Her eyes fell into her lap, her fingertips fiddling with the hem of her dress. His look softened, kneeling down to talk to her. "Remember when we used to smile together, just like the old days?" he whispered into her ear, a melody of sweet-nothings. They are nothing to her. Nothing but words that she doesn't recognize. Her parents are dead, and she is nothing but a cold, empty husk without her father. He envelopes his arms around her, trying to reassure her. His strong arms caressing her petite frame.
The before-mentioned drink runs cold as the day draws on. He still persists and opens up to her, even without a reply or a glance. She is loved, but takes it for granted. He loves her. She disregards it. Yet he keeps. Fucking. Trying.
It makes her sick, having put all this time into her well-being but receiving nothing. She could tell him he mustn't continue. That he is wasting his time. But her mind is dwelling on other things. How she could have stopped her father's death, how she should have died instead. She is half the person her father was. An amatuer.
He brings her tea, a warm brew that was unveiled from the nooks and crannies of the ignored cabinets, stocked with spoiled food. "Why." she croaks, her wet eyes disregarding his gaze. Delighted at her speech, Inigo slowly takes a seat next to her, placing a small kiss on her cheek. "I bet you know why, love." he chirps, a sad tweak at the end of the syllable. He knows she doesn't love him back. "And it's also sad that way," he pauses, peering out the window, chilly weather leaking into the room, spreading a light frost over them. "But, I hope, this'll all be over someday, and maybe we can all be happy again."
SORRY IVE BEEN AWAY FOR QUITE A WHILE! QUQ but im back nooow~
Ive gotten into PLENTY other fandoms so expect more variety! Also, if you could tell, my writing has improved by a bit. also, sorry about getting lazy near the end. /notsorry/ Also! Sorry again for that long absence, I'll try to write more, I have quite alot of school so.. we'll see how that pans out. Ciao!