#{c;matilda}

[kaixmasterson-blog]

@matildahunt

Kai’s attempts at being a better brother were for the most part going well. Or so he thought anyway. Hadn’t he stayed out of trouble the last few weeks? Brought Matilda lunch? Focused on work? He still wasn’t making regular visits which accounted for leaving work early with orders given and heading to the cafe. He didn’t need to say a word as he went out back to the greenhouse, finding it still to be a happier place to be when he wanted some quiet. “I wasn’t interrupting anything was I? he asked, already hearing Matilda approaching long before she was standing behind him.

[kaixmasterson-blog]

@matildahunt

It was still early but there was one last stop he wanted to get in before he made good on the spending the day with Clary idea. He showed up at the cafe, arms out stretched and a plastic bag on each arm. “No reason to be distracted from your work. I’m not back,” he said to the ones that did know him as he came in. “Where’s my sister? I come with lunch.” More than enough considering he hadn’t been sure which so he got something of everything. He had wanted to check up on her after the mess of a week they had all had.

[remy-daybreak-wright-archived]

@matildahunt

It was nice to get back into a decent routine that was for sure. It was a slow process to get the week back into shape after the last one being such a mess, but she was determined. She was intending on picking up some groceries, but there was something she wanted to do first. Stepping inside the cafe, she waved at the familiar faces of those working, but there was one person in particular she had been seeking. Remy  waited at the front counter, waiting on someone to get Matilda for her.

[kaixmasterson-blog]

@matildahunt

This one hadn’t been that satisfying. A smaller victim and a smaller kill. Someone significant to pass his time. Still, when he was done with his work he was coated in crimson. Staining the front of his cloths and his hands like slick red paint. He had licked some off his fingers just for a taste, but otherwise the victim had lost it in other gruesome manners. He expected his routine to remain the same. Walk in, clean up, and his sister remained clueless. This time, however, he had waltzed in like no one’s business only to be halted by the sight of her fixing up the living room. There he was, practically dripping in his transgressions, and he was close to mucking up the pristine little room.