Present
I unwrapped my weary calloused hands. Wincing at the slightest touch. Tender and pinkish at the knuckles, I've done this before. All I need is a brief hand soak. Nudging the water faucet to turn it on, grabbing a red candle sticking it in a black pot and placing it in the inferno of a heating stove. Watching it melt, making me haze a bit, until…
"Knock, knock." It was fox
"FOX, it's been too long." I walked over to her giving her a quick hug. She curved back… she never liked hugs.
"Blue, we have a newbie." Stoic as always
"Ooo who is it?" remembering the wax in the heating stove, picked it up by the plastic handle and let the red wax ooze from the pot into the water and quickly stuck my exhausted hands in.
"Cross's son" I froze. Cross was my friend throughout this period in time.
"No" the words aired out my mouth like someone just punched me with sand filled knuckle covers. "You can't"
"Sloan says so" how does she let things slide. She trained with cross for too many years to not care.
"I won't train someone against there own father."
"You have to, don't tempt me." I clenched my fists so tight, the fine coding of wax shattered and flew up into the air. All of us knew the connections fox had, and no one would fuck around with her.
"… What was he just in.?" she smirked as I murmured those words I condemned my fate. Not even the loom could change.
