❝Some days I want my demons to win.❞
Where: Antique shop With: @antiquecritique
Helen had been feeling strange in the past few weeks. She caught her mind often wandering to monster and magic and fairies... something it had not done since before high school, playing in the backyard and building castles out of branches, running the chickens in to be her playmates. She gave this to the books she had read at the library, speaking of monsters and witches and others. She gave it to the fact that now the usually foggy mind had been clear for two weeks while Alexander had been out of town, looking for a friend of his to help him out in their predicament. It allowed her to think more and to wander more and to speak to people and somehow she almost felt like she could fly.
But then he'd come back and been angry at her for not calling often enough to check on him, it meant perhaps she did not love him like he did her. But she had been so excited to wander outside of four walls, to breath in fresh air daily and feel sun on her skin, that she had forgotten all else. She had almost also forgotten the explanation of him. The revelation of him and his nature. She had been nervous when he had come home, expecting to be put back in stupor. But just a bruise on her cheek and new marks on her neck, she now was in possession of a beautiful bracelet. Or so she had thought for the first three days before she had found herself in strange moods and needing to be hugged and kissed far more often that she usually enjoyed. Her first thought had been that there was success and she had managed to get pregnant and her dark-haired beloved would be content with her at last and they would have an idyllic nine months where he would only caress her and sooth her hair, no bites on her neck or shoulders, no bruises on her tights.
But the doctor at the hospital had said no. No she wasn't pregnant and her hormones were good. But she still like a cat in the need of sunlight, where the sunlight was a touch and the lips of her husband. Maybe she had finally felt relaxed enough to show her love, which she always told herself was there, just panicked and timid. But as she lay next to him, their skin equal shades of silver under the moon light coming from the window, her mind had wandered whether this place had something to do with it. He had been looking at her, fingers and lips trailing on her and she had been extatic again, but also tired and in need of an explanation.
And then she had went to the library again and buried her head in the magical shelves, wondering if perhaps if he were what he was despite not being able to speak or even think of the word yet there may be other explanation for things around her as well. And she had read a few strange pages, more browsing and words not sinking or her brain refusing to accept them. She had walked out with a frown, sun creeping down and heading to the coffee shop to get two black coffees so that Alexander may sit down with her while she ate cereal and drank vitamins she had bought. Her gaze was travelling through the street and the signs on the shops over her head, her stomach twisting in on itself from hunger for food and...
She caressed the glass of a window as she read the label on it and then looked down at the bracelet on her too thin wrist. She walked in, her mind not registering the closed sign and looked around with wide eyes. "Hello?" she called out, reaching out to caress the porcelain of a beautiful... vase perhaps. With intricate designs drawn on it, it made her thing of crochets and homemade meals put in china with scattered flowers on it.