She look at me like I've lost my marbles.
Valid point,I am feeling kinda marble-less at the moment.
"Well?"I say,expecting her to read my mind.
(more) "You know,lets go!"I'm getting cranky.
"Also, aren't you supposed to,like,do whatever I say?C'mon!We have to go kill bad guys and stuff!"
She does that one-eyebrow-raising-thing she has down so well;the more I talk,the higher her brow arches.
Her skin is like porcelain and her eyes an icy kaleidescope blue anyone could drown in.
Full lips just plump enough to know they're all natural,they always look bloodstained,biteable.
Now,they also look annoyed.
She rolls those electric blue eyes at my Djinn-ignorance.
"First of all,"she begins,"your little genie-in-a-bottle trick has managed to fuck with the mind-reading part,which I would have explained,had you bothered to ask."
Fuck,she is royally pissed at me.
"You know dick about the way of The Djinn and even less about Muses."
Her look could melt the entire Antarctic.
"Do you know what happens when you bottle a Muse like a Djinn?Do you?"
Her voice gets colder with each word.
"Um,something not good?"I ask,hoping for a reprieve.
After staring at me for what seems like ten-hundred-years she barks out a laugh.
"Oh you'll find out Chica,but for now,as much as it pains me to say this,you're right.We have to get moving,we'll deal with the details later."
The wind is still wailing,we have three bottles of Djinn,and we have to get the hell out of the desert,we have an apocalypse to deal with.
"We have to get out of here,"I tell her.
She looks at me like I'm insane.
"Bitch,I'm not going anywhere with you dressed like that!"
The ground beneath us began to tremble.
My body begins to heat-up rapidly,it isn't the ground trembling,it's me.
For the first time, she woke up at his apartment. The urge to flee--to pretend this hadn't happened--was somewhat mitigated by the fact that he had already left the bed. So much for a quick exit.
Eden slid into an oversized t-shirt of his and went to find him.(more) He was in the kitchen with a bowl of cereal, fully dressed and put together.
"Isn't this normally where you impress me with a fantastic breakfast?"
"Maybe, if I were capable of making such a thing. Instead you get tea." He gestured to the kettle on his stove. "And cereal if you want it."
Eden looked towards the kettle. It was spotless. "Did you just buy that?"
"I don't usually drink tea."
"Did you go out and buy tea and a kettle just now?" she asked, turning back towards him.
"I figured I might as well." He shrugged. "I'm a light sleeper, Eden. I woke up when I heard the milkman go by and I thought I'd make use of the time to make you feel a little more at home."
Before she could protest that she had not asked to be made to feel at home, the kettle began to shriek at them and there was a quick scramble to get a mug out. The tea Carver had purchased was loose-leaf. Eden stared into the mug as it seeped and had nothing really to say. (less)
I better find your heart
when I go looking
if I lose it
I may never recover
(more) how embarrassing
to lose a heart
you just start to think its trained
then it runs away
I gave it such a good home
never thought that it was so unhappy
did it ever really care for me at all?
I’ll post its picture on milk cartons
so it will know it is missed
and your heart will always think of me
when it sees the milkman (less)
You bring me the fuel
To strengthen body and soul
And rise above all oppressors
An unmatched robustness
To the point where I feel
That I'm practically invincible
(more) From bottle, to cup, to glass
Thanks unto thee, generous sir
Never breaking, always strong(less)