Hmm. I dun have much to say this chapter. Listening to that Envy on the Coast song again... big surprise right? I'll probably feature it sometime in this story. Dunno when. *shrug* I am a MASS of disorganization, m'loves. :D
OH YEAH. Big thanks to Auluna who pretty much made my morning with her LOL worthy review. Fufufu~ "German spectacle"! ROFL.
Hope you enjoy!
Who if I cried out,
Would hear me among the angels' hierarchies?
And even if one of them suddenly
Pressed me against his heart:
I would be consumed in that overwhelming existence
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror
Which we are still just able to endure
And we are so awed
Because it serenly disdains to annihilate us.
~Rainer Maria Rilke
Warren cast a timid glance toward the clock, noticing it had been nearly an hour already. He wondered when it would be alright to go talk with Cadence. Kurt hadn't told him what an appropriate amount of time would be. How long did she need to cool off? Considering her, maybe it might be days...
Kurt gave the other a slight nudge. "Engel. She should be better by now. Vhy don't you go have eine kleine diskussion vith her? I have a feeling things vill go a bit smoother now zat she has cooled off a little." He shifted. "By ze vay, she vas asking earlier - about your mutation. Do you think you might show her?"
Warren took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. "I-I don't know... maybe when I get to know her a little better. It feels too soon. I mean... I've been here a little while and I'm just now meeting her. Usually I meet people soon after I arrive somewhere. Cadence is..." He rubbed his throat lightly, eyebrows knitting together. "Different."
Kurt smiled, slightly revealing his glistening fangs. "Meine Dämon, she is ze good kind of different. Rough, but sehr gut. Vonce you get to know her, you vill see the kind core at her masked heart. She rarely lets it down, but you... I know you vill see it."
Warren gave a small nod, a little nervous about going into the kitchen now. What if she was still upset? She still didn't trust him. He took a few steps, then looked back. "Hey... Kurt?"
"Was?"
"How... long did it take for Cadence to trust you?"
"Dämonin... she vill say it vas at least six months." Kurt winked. "But it vas really dreieinhalb. Three und ein half. Meine Dämon is such ein lügner. You may beat me by two veeks in earning her trust, Engel."
Warren stepped cautiously into the kitchen, peering around the doorframe to see what Cadence was doing. She was standing at the sink, but after grabbing a spoon or something she went over to the stove, where there was a pot over a burner that was on. He simply watched her for a minute, observing what she was doing. She took the lid off the pot, and immediately a delicious scent filled the kitchen, as she began to stir something around. Warren took a step inside, wondering what she was doing. He rubbed his arm sheepishly and cleared his throat. "I... Cadence?"
She swiveled her head around a bit to look at him, then nodded and turned back to her pot. "Come here."
He walked over and stood beside her, feeling a moderate itch on his back as his mutation tried to make itself known. Unfortunately that happened sometimes when he got nervous. "I, um..."
"Shut up." She turned to face him, holding her hand under the wooden spoon she'd taken from the sink. The spoon held a thick, caramel-colored liquid, and being so close to the strong spices made Warren's nose tingle a little bit. "Here." She shoved the spoon closer toward his mouth. "Open up or you'll be able to brag about what a good kisser a crowbar is."
Raising an eyebrow at her wording, Warren cautiously opened his mouth, none too wary of this girl. When she slid the spoon in, he was surprised that it wasn't really a motion that would be meant to choke someone. She was gentle, only allowing the tip of the spoon in and then taking it back out.
He swallowed, then sucked in a deep breath and covered his mouth. "Um... would you be offended if I drank some water after that?"
She waved her hand, the one without the rings, and returned to stirring the stew inside the pot. "Is it too spicy? I have a bit of a problem with that."
"No, I'm sure it's fine, it's..." He paused to take a gulp of the water he'd gotten, then to take a breath. "I'm just not used to that much heat in food. I've never eaten a lot of... spicy things, I mean."
"Well, did it at least taste good besides that?"
"Oh yes, it was... interesting. Did I taste peanut butter in that?"
"Yeah." She gave him a sideways glance, and there was a noticeable cease in her stirring. "Why? You're not allergic, are you?"
"No, no, nothing like that. I was just wondering. It's an odd combination with all the spices. That's all I was thinking." He put his glass down and then took a step back over to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. She looked so sad. "Are you alright? You look like you don't feel well."
She shook her head, taking a breath. "Well, it wouldn't be the first time I accidentally poisoned somebody." She jerked her head toward the lounge. "Poor Elfie and my damn blueberry-but-really-it's-strawberry shortcake... I'm such an idiot."
"Well, I'm fine and it was very good. So you've got nothing to be upset over."
"Look, I've been nothing but a bitch to you since the day we met. Knives, Warren, knives." She flipped the heat on the stove off and headed to the refrigerator. "Tell me you're not mad at me for that."
"Well, I'm not, Cadence," he replied honestly, a little taken aback by her shift in attitudes. "I understand that it was just an accident. You couldn't help it. I mean, it would take a pretty awful person to get mad at somebody for having emotions."
"Come on, Jellyfish." She pulled a packet of ground beef out of the fridge and set it on the counter. "Chew me out for it already, will you? You heard Kurt - even he yells at me to control my temper. If you don't have a spine, go out and buy one, okay? You've got enough money for it, at least."
"So you do know who I am."
"Well duh, you introduced yourself."
"But you've heard of me, haven't you? Otherwise you wouldn't have made that comment."
A knife hovered up from the stand, and Warren cringed, afraid she might try to attack him. Knives seemed to be her favorite telekinetic weapon, so it was only right that he was afraid if one started flying in midair. But instead it simply floated over to her, landing in her hand. She cut open the plastic on top of the package, then tore the whole thing open. "Come on. I don't know anything about you, other than your name and your daddy. I didn't even know you were a mutant till I met you. Don't like watching the news, you know?"
"I don't even associate with my father much anymore."
"Much." She slammed the lid on her pot.
"Well, it's true. We've gone our separate ways. I'm not who I used to be, and I promise you I'm nothing like my father."
"Industry idiots always say that. 'Oh, I'm nothing like him.' It's just a trick."
"Why would I trick you? I have nothing to gain from that."
"My trust. You gain my trust so you can turn around, stab me in the back, and sell me out for your own fucking benefit. No matter what it does to me."
"How many times has that happened to you that you distrust everyone so much?"
She whirled around and pointed the knife at him. "Look, kid..." She glared at him. "If you don't want this thing buried somewhere it should never be, the personal questions and analyzing stop here. For both of us."
He raised his hands in mock surrender. "I'm not going to argue with a woman wielding that sharp a kitchen utensil."
She gave him a smirk, lowering the knife. "Well, you've got some spunk in you after all, Angel. You're funny, at least."
"I thought you were calling me Warren."
She smiled, and shook her head. "I'm, uh... I'm sorry I tried to kill you earlier."
It didn't go unnoticed by him that she didn't give any explanation in regard to his previous comment, but he decided to let it go. "What, you mean those knives last week? That's alright. I didn't get hurt."
"Yeah, well... I've been beating myself up over what could have happened if I didn't stop them in time. I thought I wouldn't be able to..."
"Well, don't." Warren contemplated rubbing her shoulder again, but decided against it. "You did stop them. And I could see it took a lot out of you to do that, so... thanks."
She nodded, then turned to face him again. "Look, Warren..." She stuck out her hand towards him. "I may not trust you yet, but I'm curious. And I kind of owe you for not getting mad at me when you really had the right to. Most people would have taken advantage of it. I'm sorry about the way I treated you... just don't expect that it won't happen again," she added with a laugh.
He looked down at her hand, grinned, and clasped his hands behind his back. "I, um, I would shake your hand... but you're working with raw meat. 'Salmonella' is one of the only Latin words I don't like."
Cadence gave him a look and responded with an elbow to his chest. "Jerk."
YAY GERMAN!
eine kleine diskussion = a little talk
sehr gut = very good
was = what
dreieinhalb = three and a half
ein lügner = a liar (Kurt loves her, he just knows she is!)
I think the next two chapters are going to be my favorites so far, particularly the beginning of chapter 6 because it was bleeding fun to write.
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Kurt: *runs in toward me* Sie da! Unhand my offerings or I vill teleport you to Timbuktu! Get back here, you blasphemous little-
Me: GOTTA GO! *runs away carrying cookie basket*
