A Candle In The Wind

My name is Leonna Bright. But you can call me Leo. I am my mother's failed attempt at saving her pathetic marriage, and just look at me now. Part time genius full time arsonist. Don't piss me off or I'll burn your fucking house down. || I'm a Divine Reincarnation but will RP With anyone. ||

[thefallenangelofdeath-blog]

Anyone wanna grab some coffee?

[thefallenangelofdeath-blog]

“Well neither am I so I wouldn’t worry about it too much,” Azrael smiled lightly, hoping the Leo would relax around her a bit more. It wasn’t like the girl was acting panicked or anything, but Az could tell she didn’t feel very comfortable at the moment. The look in her eye was flighty. And it wasn’t like the angel blamed her…but it still didn’t feel great to know she’d lost Leo’s trust after wanting to help her so badly. At least Nysos had gotten an earful, Az just hoped he’d listen to her about this kind of thing for now on instead of running off and scaring the crap out of people.

Az followed Leo into the cafe, the smell of coffee and baked goods immediately putting her at ease. “Hmm…caramel macchiato. I have an addiction to the stuff,” she laughed lightly before nodding and heading over to find an empty table. She took a seat, watching Leo as the girl took their orders. Just give her some time…Azrael told herself, running a hand through her hair.

[little--flame-blog]

     She watched the coffee overflow slightly into the ridges of the lid as she headed to the back of the café, the last window seat open. The place was pretty crowded, good. She couldn’t stand when every word you said was like an announcement to the whole place. Conversations would blur together and their voices would disappear into the background noise. Truthfully, she was happy they ended up here, talking over coffee was one thing, but a one on one, face to face talk was another. She sighed softly, feeling her muscles finally start to relax. This would be easy, just don’t over think it, this is a casual talk over coffee, nothing more.      But deep down Leo knew there was something more to it. Az was hiding something, maybe hiding was the wrong word, but after everything that happened, she knew there must be more to her story. Too many things had fallen together when they shouldn’t have, and where did he fit into all of it. She was hungry for answers, but she wouldn’t let on, not just yet. This was a casual talk over coffee right?      “Caramel Macchiato,” Her voice was light as she set the cup down in front of Az and took a seat. “You know, this place reminds me of a coffee shop my mom used to take us to get hot chocolate as a kid, I don’t know, there’s just something about it.” She shifted in her seat and crossed her legs, taking a sip, “I wasn’t always this girl, I mean,” she paused and licked her lips,” The Leo you know.” She didn’t know why she started off with this, but the words kept coming, “I used to be a small town girl, from Pacific Grove, north of here. I used to live in a beach house, and the sea was my backyard.” She smiled as the thought rolled through her mind like camera film, “It was good then, easy, you know? That was before I started setting fires, and therapy and before the divorce, but that’s life right?” She set her cup down, tapping her nails softly on the side of it, “So, Where are you from exactly? I feel like I don’t know anything about you.” She kept her tone cheery, but she was fighting for a world of truth just beyond her reach. 

[milksandcookies-deactivated2017]

[m-robs]

Megan nodded silently, taking a few steps back from where the girl stood. She completely understood that she’d need space right now, besides, the last thing Meg wanted was to throw Leo a pity party. She felt horrible for the girl but she wanted to be there for her, and she knew constantly trying to comfort her wasn’t the way to go. 

“Don’t mention it, Leo, really,” she spoke in a soft tone, her bright brown eyes still filled with genuine sympathy. It must have been extremely hard for her to open up, especially seeing how they didn’t get along on the best terms at first but regardless Megan was willing to put all of that aside, and their little conversation about their pasts really meant a lot to her. 

“You’re going to think I’m crazy,” she almost laughed, lightening the mood of the room slightly before she took a deep breath, letting out a sigh. “You know how I told you I killed my father in self defence? He had beaten me so bad I was left for dead? Well I’m pretty sure I was dead… Although I’m not anymore,” she furrowed her eyebrows, trying to think of a way to explain to Leo that she was deity of the goddess Athena without sounding completely insane. 

“It’s as if I was given a second chance… No, I was given a second chance. I was brought back somehow, it’s all still completely confusing to me as well,” she stated, continuing to ramble on. “When I tried to take the gun back from you, you made a bad joke about me being on steroids? Well I’m not, I’m a deity of the goddess Athena, and strength is one of my powers, I’m not the only one either….” She stopped herself, turning to look at Leo with wide eyes. God, she sounded crazy even to herself, she could only image how it sounded to Leo. 

[little--flame-blog]

     Her eyes scanned across pages filled with diagrams and intricate paintings of flowers, the fleshy parts splayed out like pornography, exposing all their secrets. Meg's voice was playing like background music, Leo was only half listening, she hoped she hadn't tainted her, the little fairy girl, the girl wearing a dress made of petals and daisy chains as necklaces. She was innocence incarnate, like some sort of children's tale come to life. Leo's mouth turned down into a little frown, the girl looked uncomfortable as her lips moved in story-telling mumbles, and it was her fault, she'd dumped a bucket of sadness right over her head.

     Her ears perked up at the mention of Meg's father, and she closed the book around her thumb and took a few steps closer, taking a seat on a low set shelf. "Believe me, I know crazy, you pet, are not crazy." her voice was soft as she glanced up at her, intent on listening now.      Meg was rambling slightly, maybe even a little nervous, but somehow it seemed to put her own nerves at ease. She rested her chin against the heel of her palm, elbow propped up on her knee, this story was nice, dreamy almost. It was sweet how much longing drifted in those little bambi eyes of hers, sweet how she was building herself up like a miniature heroine. Her face broke into a smile, “So where exactly can I buy the drugs you’re on?” A burst of laughter erupted from her lips, but soon melted out to a shaky breath, as she realized Meg’s face was hard, stoic almost. She narrowed her eyes and tilted her head in hazy confusion, she slowly moved to standing, and took a few steps to come nose to nose with the girl, gazing hard into her eyes, searching for any inkling of truth, “You’re serious aren’t you?”

[sharp--little--boy-blog]

[ ø ]—   Oh well that was awkward. Clearly she knew he was there… He didn’t know if he should approach, what he felt like doing was running with his tail between his legs. Ew, he hated this, this feeling of sympathy and guilt. Man the fuck up, you’re being pathetic. What to do, what to do? Awkwardly heading forward, Nysos wasn’t fully sure of why he had approached her. He had his hands up slightly to show he meant no threat. “Leo… I….I’m sorry about before” He admitted, though a rock was now in his throat to replace those disgusting, weak words.

[little--flame-blog]

     She tilted her head and peeked through the gap in the bench to watch his shoes getting closer. She could feel the bile rising in her throat, but this time it wasn't out of fear, no this, this was anger. She clenched her fists at her sides and focused  at the branches above her head, "The fuck do you want?" It came out like venom, if only with poison, she pictured herself as a snake spitting acid in his face.       His voice made her skin crawl, pathetic and shivering, he'd come whimpering back, and all she wanted to do was break his pretty little face with her bare hands. "An apology, really? Are we really going to do this?" She'd snapped up to sitting, tilting her head with a coy smile, "What? You don't feel as powerful outside your dark, depressing hole in the wall? Huh?" She'd stood up, arms across her chest, keeping the distance clear between them. "You disgust me. You should be happy I'm not pressing charges," her tone was icy, "Guess I'm going to have to find myself a new bench, and to think, the view was so nice until you showed up. Pity." She turned on her heel and walked away throwing an obscene hand gesture over her shoulder.

[omeucanto-blog]

[little--flame-blog]

+ oh--lovely--valentine started following you

[oh--lovely--valentine-blog]

“Not with anything in particular, not right now at least.” She grinned playfully, “Bad day huh?”

[little--flame-blog]

She was happy, too happy. She turned her head slightly to give the girl a second look over, "Yep. It's been shit." Got kicked out again. But that was none of her business. "So who shoved the rainbow up your butt?"

[thefallenangelofdeath-blog]

Anyone wanna grab some coffee?

[thefallenangelofdeath-blog]

Azrael shook her head. “You don’t have to explain any of that to me,” she told Leo, her expression sympathetic…or rather empathetic. “I know what it’s like being backed into a corner. It’s not something you should’ve been forced into,” she explained, wanting to put the girl at ease.

“Well, thankfully I’ve lived here awhile,” Az smiled lightly, heading up the street and around the corner as she watched Leo walk a bit ahead of her. At least it was a nice day. “It’s just up the street,” Azrael said, pointing at a little corner cafe that had just come into sight.

[little--flame-blog]

     "Thanks," a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she stopped for Az to catch up, "I guess I'm not too good with apologies either," She shrugged and continued to nibble on her bottom lip. Why was she still looking for her approval? Maybe it was because she felt like people like Az were so far above her, maybe because she felt like she was falling into a pit of inferiority, like she was transparent. Leo didn't deserve people like her, ones with intentions made of gold and compassion, and just no. no. no. She was a broken little girl and she wanted sympathy and love, and at the same time she wanted to run. To run away from everything all over again. She took a deep breath and pulled open the cafe door.      "What drink do you want?" She asked pulling a twenty from her pocket, "You can grab a table if you want, something by a window though, please." She needed a second to think. Don't run Leo, just, just stay. Stay. It'll be fine. She gave Az a half smile, and tilted her head, waiting for her answer. 

[yourfuckingdarling]

[wittiestmotherfuckerever]

[sadisticlangdon-blog]

“Duh, you dont even know it, theres an entire art spectrum!” Cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, om nom nom nom “Nom nom nom” 

[little--flame-blog]

     A smile breaks across her face, he was devouring the cheesestick with the happiness of a child, "Here, wanna show me?" She breaks the other stick out, and dunks her own in again before handing the package  over to him, a giggle pressing behind her lips, "Show me what ya got, art attack." No laughter now, this was serious business.

[sharp--little--boy-blog]

[ ø ]—   He’d followed her of course. Stayed behind at a distance she wouldn’t notice him. But he felt truly bad for doing what he did, and he hated the idea of Az being pissed at him for it. So He’d tried to save face. And she’d bolted, of course. He stayed a good 20 meters away from her, and watched her lighting mini fires in the grass. She seemed really upset. And his humanity was burning him for it internally, His stomach feeling like it was full of acid.

[little--flame-blog]

     This was her last match, slowly dragging it across and watching the flame flicker to life. She held it at eye level, following the light as it traveled further downward. Moments before it touched her skin, she flicked it away and laid down flat across the bench.      She'd seen him over her shoulder ten minutes ago, she knew she was watching her, whatever, fuck it. Enjoy the show. Just to spite him, she snakes a hand through the wooden planks and shoots off the middle finger.      The breeze was so nice, and she didn't mind watching the sunlight dance through the trees, so she'll just lay there, arms crossed across her ribs, if the creep wanted to keeping staring, all the power to him.

[sadisticlangdon-blog]

“That is not my name!” Skeptical but childish laughter as he pulls the cheese and places it into his mouth. 

[little--flame-blog]

She laughs cheekily back at him, dunking her stick into the orange side of the packet, bringing it out, a little shrug and she swirls it around the strawberry side too, "You know, it's always better if you mix both flavors," She sticks out her tongue, partly to show the color it's turned, but more because she feels like being five years old.

[sadisticlangdon-blog]

Langdon has a cheese string. Happiness, overload. 

[little--flame-blog]

     Sassily walks around the corner, holding a package of fun dip, "Hey Fartknocker."

[little--flame-blog]

That fucking asshole. As soon as he opened the doors, she ran as far as possible. At least he let her go, but her nerves were still on edge, the  panicky feeling of being trapped just wouldn't go away. He was twisted, beautiful maybe, but fucking twisted.       Her heart was still thundering in her chest, as she finally came to a stop at a park bench, she took a book of matches from her back pocket and took a seat, bringing her knees up to her chest. She relaxed slightly at the snap of the match, before the little ball of flame danced before her eyes, and dropped it, smiling down at the little flash that erupted on the grass.       She sat there for a while, lighting, dropping, watching. It was comforting to sink into the numbness, warm and familiar, like a blanket wrapped around her.

[little--flame-blog]

+ parvula--angelus

You've caught her in a good mood, the coffees going to her head, so she'll just dance around, "Would you like to join the party?" she laughs a little, and gives the girl a smile.

[thefallenangelofdeath-blog]

Anyone wanna grab some coffee?

[thefallenangelofdeath-blog]

She turned towards the voice, her expression a bit surprised when she saw Leo. “Hi,” Azrael smiled lightly, tilting her head a bit. She thought for a moment before nodding. “You really don’t have to apologize,” Az replied before gesturing for the two of them to walk. “But I definitely wouldn’t mind the company.”

[little--flame-blog]

     A little sigh of relief, she genuinely liked this girl, although she didn't completely trust her yet, she was making her way into Leo's good books. The only thing she knew for certain was that she didn't want to let her go, not just yet.       "I-I just got scared, I hate feeling like I'm trapped, It really freaks me out," there was a tightness in her chest as the feeling came rushing back, "I don't really know this neighborhood, so uh, it's up to you where we go," She's already steps ahead, the nervousness clear in her posture, but she'll manage to look over her shoulder and smile. 

[little--flame-blog]

sadisticlangdon:

“They can heal now…” He quirks an eyebrow shrugging taking the beer, cracking it open with a swift drink “Lightweight” 

     "Well, we've established that already," A lazy smile splayed on her lips, "So what have you got for music?" She perches herself up on the counter cross-legged, and trails a finger in circles around the rim of the bottle in her lap, humming softly to herself as she watches the amber liquid move in slow motion. Blink...blink... She met his eyes to steady herself, dark and brooding, but warm somehow, and the world came rushing back at normal speed, "I'd kill to for some Joy Division right now."