Disclaimer: I own the plot and idea. Richelle Mead owns Vampire Academy.
Morning Two, Part Three
"You're crazy!"
"Mhm, yes, I've heard that before," she grinned, "quite often in fact."
"You - you've probably just somehow escaped from the hospital - from the mental ward!" He jumped up from bed, rushing to get clothes on to escort this strange, though immensely attractive woman back to the hospital.
It would be just my luck, he thought angrily, to dream about a mental patient!
She laughed at this, loud and mirthful. "Oh, I haven't heard that one in a while. That's a good one," she mused as a she perched herself upon his bed. "Keep going, this is fun."
"Get off my bed, please!" He added at the end, quickly. It would not be good to anger one who wasn't mentally all there. "I have to get dressed and then we can take a nice walk - take you home."
"Ahem," she coughed, "look down."
"What are you-" his sentence slipped away from him as he took in his thoughtfully dressed form. His work boots on, jeans that were permanently dusted in flour, same with his shirt, and leather duster. All on his form, just like that.
"What did you do?"
"I dressed you," she said simply, "although…" she reached out and brushed her finger tips barely along his chest. "This shirt doesn't really go with your whole cowboy aesthetic." And as she spoke the watched as a faint glow emitted from her, and suddenly, his shirt was transforming right before his eyes, going from a plain sweater to a plaid flannel.
"That's better," she grinned, her eyes flicking up to meet his.
"Who are you?" He breathed out.
"I go by many names, many faces," she smiled softly, "I am the Angel of Love, and I'm here for you."
A little longer as an apology for the delay! I had midterms to deal with, and I went on a little vacation (holiday!). I'm back in full force though!
See you all tomorrow (or maybe later today?)! Here's wishing you a nice day/night wherever you may be. Please, be kind to one another.