Morning JavaIf there were words to describe Chase, one of them would be “not a morning person”. Well, okay, that's a phrase, but it held true – Chase Parker, as perky and cheerful as he could be, had lost his grasp on what it meant to be able to naturally wake so early in the morning. The childhood days of him being able to do so seemed like a distant, fuzzy memory, and one he couldn't trust as valid.
Nope. Once high school hit and left him bruised on the sidewalk, Chase was scarred by the morning. It was only by the grace of God did there exist something to ease him through the evil portion of the day, and that was coffee. Thing was, he usually wasn't the one to make it. No, that honor went to his wife, who was currently happy as a clam while waltzing around the kitchen. He admired her grace and energy, but also grinned darkly as she stood on her tip-toes to reach the can of coffee they kept on top of the fridge.
Although he was a bit different – more “grown up&
The NoticeThe lot of us had long ago decided that we weren't going to be splitting anytime soon. We instead got to watch the world around us change, slowly crumble apart from the glory of what it once was. The migrations had been slow at first – so slow as to be ignored, and yeah, we made a lot of snarky jokes about it, because we can be assholes like that – but after a while, it's hard not to notice an empty café for weeks on end. The ledger sure as hell told us.
The café was home, it was home away from home, it was the only home some people had. The sign outside may have gone through lightbulbs faster than a chain-smoking high schooler caught in the bathroom, and the floors had a habit of being too well polished as to cause patrons to slip, and the really obvious hand stain on the back wall proved we had no idea what a “hand railing” was, but dammit, it was home. We chose to ignore its problems and instead praise its quirks, even if others tended to disagr
The Desert Pirate, Part 3Uh-oh. This was leading somewhere...this was going to something I didn't think I was prepared for. Holding my breath, I waited for Sir Meinrad to turn around. But he did not fulfill my expectations, returning the spectacles to his eyes and returning his covered face to my vision.
"Sir Meinrad," I said sternly. "Is there a reason you are always covered in my presence?" Of course there was a reason I had been told as much. And while I knew his true reason was just a question away from the captain of the guard, I had remained controlled in my ability to pry and withheld myself from asking. I had long ago decided that I would never resort to others to learn about someone else. Such was unfair. The option was kept merely as a threat, and a bargaining tool to work in my favor. And he knew that.
"There is, Princess."
It was hard not to frown, to not let my curiosity turn to frustration. "I demand you reveal your face to me."
"Are you certain of that? I would of course do anything you a
The Desert Pirate, Part 2But in complete honestly, I was being a tad too warm to Sir Meinrad. He was starting to blend my two worlds of emotions, leaving me in awkward scenarios of wanting to treat him like a friend while also struggling to maintain my place above him. Of course my mother had her favored handmaidens, but this was not the same. My bodyguard was precisely that: a person in this case, a man who was to watch over and protect me. It could not be helped that he actually had a mind with which to speak, and slowly began to tell me stories he heard in the barracks.
"Clean off," Sir Meinad finished, making a stiff swipe with his arm. He had become slightly more bold in his actions, but still remained composed.
"So then what did the horse do?" I asked, holding back a giggle. Oh, the story he was telling me quite the tale, of one of the guards claiming to have slain a polar squid in the north with just a rapier. The reason the guard had been up there was frivolous as all get-out, but