Xibalba and La Muerte Drabble
"Night at the museum"
He held his flashlight tightly as he maneuvered himself through the museum looking for any stragglers, after closing hours. He had a bored look across his face, he straighten his hunched back hearing it pop. It had been a long day, and a long day meant "field trip day." He ran his long fingers down his face, and brushing against his whiskers and beard. He stills remembers the obnoxious laughter of the children, who some thought it would be hilarious to touch the exhibits. He grumbled to himself knowing that with each passing generation more children lose their respect to their elders. Back in his day, children feared him but now he dodges spit wads.
He waved the light down the dimly lit hallways, finding no one in the building. A set of heels clicking across the tile floor made him turn behind him, shining the light towards the source of the noise face. She winces, and instinctively put her hand up over her eyes.
"How many times do I need to tell you to stop doing that?" she said with annoyance towards the guard. He let out a chuckle and put down the flashlight. "Thank you…" she said putting her hand on her hip.
"How was your day?" he asked. "Mine was horrible, as usual, these children are relentless."
She flicked her red hair back. "I loved the children, so much imagination and my group was willing to learn the history."
"I do not know how you deal with these little devils." He said shaking his head. "How you managed to convince me to take this job I would never know." He quickly felt her hands cup his face gently, giving him a small smile as she placed her head on his shoulder.
"Because you love me?" she said playfully, twirling his beard. He let out a small blush and smiled.
"You always seem to find the right buttons to push." He replied taking her hand gently. "I need to check the "other room" just in case a child might have wandered in there." He said pointing the flash light down the hallway.
"You shouldn't worry, I am sure the book is safe."
"Now, now no one is allowed back there, its-"
"Ancient rules, I know." She said rolling her eyes. He let out a chuckle making their way at the end of the hallway, where an empty wall stood, but that did not slow down their pace as they walked through the wall entering the secret room. With a flick of a light switch, they both see the room in all its glory. Mexican folk art filled the walls, sugar skulls and paper mache skeletons decorated the room with vibrant and bright color. He turned off the flash light as they both walk up to a large book sitting on its perch where above it held, the Mexican tree of life.
"See…no one is here, you over react." She stated gently. He turned to her giving her a shrug.
"You say that because you always bring "guests" back here." He immediately changed into his true form, he stretched his wings outward giving them a satisfying flap. His lover immediately did the same turning back to her own form, wearing her long red dress and one of kind sombrero. She brushed a strand of her long black hair behind her ear.
"The children love the story of "The book of life."…and our famous wager." She said gliding towards her husband, he cracked his jawbone moving it side to side getting a feel of it from being trapped in a cramp disguise. "That I won by the way." she let out a giggle.
"You are never going to let that go now are you?" he muttered crossing his arms. "I already said I was sorry!" He moaned.
"oh mi amore'" she cooed running her fingers up his chest seductively. "Of course I know, but it's the ending that I love the most." She gives him a kiss on the jaw making him growled playfully wrapping his arms around her face.
"So do I, as long as I have you as a reward in the end." Giving her a kiss on the forehead, getting a taste of her sugar candy. "….just be careful who you bring back here, or else we might have to move." He said seriously.
"Of course, my love." She said pushing away from him as she glides at a table full of sugar skulls. He tilted his head letting out a soft smile. While she admired the skulls, he tapped his two fingers together nervously.
"u-um…." He sounded, making her turn to him.
"Yes Balby?" she said sweetly, calling him by his nickname. His cheeks immediately flared up.
"…..I love you." he said, after a bit of effort. She put her hand up to her lips letting out a soft giggle.
"Oh Balby…" she starts, seeing him slouch forward in a bow, embarrassed. "I love you too."