“And that’s why we’re going to have to delay your move for a dew days.” Lars puffed out his chest. Nailed it.
Mrs Breglin frowned. “Are you quite sure?”
Lars nodded. “Very sure actually.” He consulted his notebook. “The runes I cast only confirmed it.”
“Wait. You cast? Not you’re little Devil friend?”
Lars grimaced a little. “Marcus is a Satyr Ma’am. Not a Devil.”
She leaned around him to try and spot Marcus who was across the room making faces into a mirror. “But he’s a magical fellow right?”
Lars coughed. “I am actually an experienced occultist and specialist in the field Ma’am.”
“But he has furry legs. You’re normal.”
“I would remind you that many a supernatural being can look normal Ma’am.”
“So. What kind of monster are you then?”
Lars blinked and closed his notebook “Er..... well..... I’m not. I just study them.”
Lars pinched his nose. “I suppose I am.”
“So what does your furry legged friend think?” she asked.
“I.... I’ll go ask shall I?”
Lars wished he hadn’t already closed his notebook so he could have snapped it shut as he turned away from Mrs Breglin. “Marcus. I need to consult your....” he let out a breath “Expertise.”
Marcus span on his hooves and smiled. “Great! What do you need?”
“I would like you to double check my findings for Mrs Breglin. She would like an experienced supernatural creature’s take on the matter.” He glanced in the mirror and saw Mrs Breglin’s face take on a rather content look. “In private. I’m sure you don’t want your secrets being revealed.”
“Secrets?” Marcus blanched. “No........” He skipped from hoof to hoof. “Er..... outside then?”
Once outside and out of sight Lars threw his notebook onto the ground leaving a dent in the gravel lining the driveway.
“Spider!?” semi shrieked Marcus as he leapt away a little.
“What?” Lars stared blankly as the question took its toll on his already frazzled self.
“You threw your little book.” Marcus was alert and searching. “Was it a spider?”
Lars let out something between a snort and a sigh. “No. Idiot.”
Marcus immediately pouted. “Thought you wanted my help.”
“No. I want to strangle Mrs Breglin.”
“So you really don’t want my help.” Marcus hung his head.
Lars took a deep breath and clenched his fists before releasing it slowly.
“I wasn’t even saying that lady’s name in the mirror this time.” Marcus whined.
Lars paused and did some more deep breathing exercises.
“I love you.” said Marcus quietly.
Lars opened his fists. “Thanks. I love you too.”
Marcus smiled. “So what do you need help with?”
“I’m going to need you to explain my findings to Mrs Breglin.”
“Oh! Can’t you do that? I don’t get all the symbols and circles you draw. Plus you don’t let me use the chalk anymore.”
“Apparantly I am too normal to deliver such arcane wisdom. She would prefer your opinion sicne you are clearly a member of the supernatural community and I am just a normal person.”
“Aw. I don’t think you’re normal Lars.” Marcus smiled.
Lars gritted his teeth again. “Thanks. I needed that.”
“Anytime love.” Marcus kissed him on the cheek then picked up the book Lars had thrown. “No spider right?”
“You threw your little book.”
“Oh. No. No spider. I wouldn’t throw my notebook at a spider.”
“Ok. So what do you need me to say?”
(And my disaster boys are at it again as Malarkey sees itself bouncing around from scene to scene with little in the way of a connecting plot......... yet.
Now to tag some lovely peoples. @expositionpreposition and @waltzingwithsouls
Remember Y’all. Enjoy your writing no matter the form it takes. From snippets like this to flash fiction to whole rambling chapters to merely thinking about it.)
