Chapter 56: History’s Futility, Madness’s Silent End
A Few Minutes Ago
Gold streaked past Selene, a blink, a frown then a scoff as she registered the dreamlike sequence.
"....bridal carry, huh. How nice."
Her hatred must have concocted the worst malice in her romance brain, she remarked, as she saw zero possibilities for that (formerly) grumpy old man to be carried like a blushing bribe, let alone panting in such a vulgar desperation....ugh, is that really the uncle she knew? Selene mused as her leather shoes with metal tips clinked with each step of the white stone, the silver sword at her waist bouncing as if ready to hopping a journey for justice, as a metal necklace secretly tugged beneath her silken shirt, her mind scanning her memory of the location she asked from the local before arriving at an unfamiliar coffee shop.
Haha, ’Cherry’s Bliss’. Secretly ridiculing the name that would have had the owner inside fuming, she took a step forward inside, eyes darting before landing upon the familiar, red ’meatshield’, nibbling away at a cookie.
She gulped, her cheekbone reddened not in embarrassment but from the spelled vampires’ slaps last night, as her hasty steps were dragged forward, her eyes searching any sign of hostility even when her palm was already drawn to the hilt of her sword, before Manasseh’s friendly declaration echoed in her ear.
"Oh...you arrived."
A declaration, yet the lack of teasing lightness made Selene frown, as she strolled more confidently at the weakness, ever more bold to ’recruit’ Manasseh as her ’teamate’. The vampire’s vacant eyes stilled not on her, but on the runed grounds beneath her steps.
"Of course, a knight never sullied a deal!"