Memories
Two beers. That's all she had.
And yet as they walked to her car Rhaenyra kept stumbling right and left, her shoulder bumping into Mysaria in each stumble.
Mysaria didn't seem to mind it.
It was a convertible black 911 carrera porsche and when Mysaria saw it she let out an almost insulting laugh at it,
"THIS is your car!? How much was it? Sixty-five thousand?"
Rhaenyra let out a defeated sigh, slumping her shoulders, "I can't win with you, when it's expensive I'm an abomination and when it's not I'm cheap" she stepped in, invading Mysaria's personal space, the fog from the dark haired woman's mouth hitting her face.
"This class war of yours...what type of car do YOU drive?" Low, sensual, not more than a whisper, the words not matching the almost sexual tone. Almost.
The street wasn't too busy, still, a few passing strangers gave them a few passing glances.
"Um, guess? It starts with an M." Mysaria challenged with whiskey loaded breath.
Rhaenyra gave a mischievous grin, her eyes flicking down to perfect lips ready to be kissed.
"Is it some sort of a kink? Seeing people frustrated?"
Mysaria chuckled, her hand coming up to rest on Rhaenyra's chest as if to push her off, but she didn't, "Do I frustrate you?"
"Very." Rhaenyra says it too seriously because it really does tingle her mind, "where did you come from?"
As in space. As in fate.
Was it God? Was it always written for them to meet? Why now? Why not last year or the year before that? Maybe she wouldn't have went this far if it was a few years ago, the wound too open, she still had hope and the risk of falling wasn't possible because she was at the rockest bottom.
Mysaria's hand traveled to the inside of her coat and Rhaenyra froze in anticipation, only for her to pull out the halfway empty box of red marlboro, taking one of the cigarettes out, and putting it between her teeth, a most devious smirk on her face, "Japan." She said, "by choice. Not exiled"
And the cigarettes robber shoved her away towards the car and Rhaenyra realized it's time.
They'll say their goodbyes
And go their separate ways
With the probability of never seeing each other again.
Yes she knows where the other woman works and could easily drop by for a coffee but what if the sun burns them both alive? What if they were only meant to meet this one night?
To dare to see one another a few days or weeks or months from now could kill them both.
It's bleak. Her mind doesn't register a future with Mysaria in it, she knows her so little yet it feels too grant and overwhelming to the point of emptiness but all she wanted to do was dance with her until the earth splits open and the gates of hell open wide.
It made no sense.
All she had of her is a scant and her favorite songs, the sound of her giggle and how it feels to draw stars inside the cold palm of her hand.
But throughout the hours they spent together she was never able to pinpoint what Mysaria was feeling.
Aside from the deep sadness that appeared in her eyes after she found out about Jace, the same sadness making a few more appearances when Rhaenyra was talking about her kids.
That's all she got.
"Mysaria is hunting your soul."
Then she would be the laziest hunter in history if she was willing to let the night end this easily. Not a single objection, no elaborate tricks, not even a goodbye kiss.
Mysaria stood by the car, the cigarette she stole, unlit, hanging from her mouth as she watched Rhaenyra stumble to her car.
"Are you sure you can drive?" She inquired from afar, didn't even step forward and stop her. Stop time.
That's a bit dramatic. Point still stands
Rhaenyra waved her hand dismissively without looking back, "I'm great! i live close by. I can make it"
No back and forth. No naggy comment. Mysaria suddenly finding the concrete under her feet interesting.
Rhaenyra got to the door but instead of getting in and going on her way, she stood by it.
Like a tree waiting for water to splash it's roots.
Her face flushed and red, the cold air not helping her case, her hair disheveled, her eyes teary and gleaming, both of her hands inside of the pockets of her coat.
She stood and waited.
Cigarette unlit, most delicate figure, Mysaria gave her a glance, nodding, "See you around" And she waved.
Just like that.
Rhaenyra nodded but didn't say anything back. Too afraid it might actually seal the deal.
A literal few seconds passed and they both stood unmoving.
"Get in"
Rhaenyra said, a sole finger tapping the front windshield of the car, "I want to show you something"
Mysaria didn't seem surprised by the proposal, only amused by it which made Rhaenyra grin.
Then the grin disappeared and realization hit.
Her warm breath
Her hand on her chest
The cigarette hanging from her lips.
The hunting never stopped.
And now she's caught.
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The truck came out of no where
And her being in a sports car didn't help
Every bone felt broken, shattered.
And blood was everywhere.
She woke up in a hospital bed a few weeks after with a smiling doctor standing over head.
"You're so lucky!" He kept repeating it over and over again. In every observation. After every scan.
"You're so lucky!" He said it again after telling her why she had a long, long, scar at the bottom of her abdominal area.
"Doctor said it was cut open and your blood was coming down like a river." Her best friend said, "But you're so lucky, Mysaria, you made it out alive."
Sure, she never seriously considered kids but she couldn't deny that she wanted them someday. Especially if she met the right person which later she did.
Badass Tiana who cries at bad movies and loves to collect stamps.
She was the right person.
And Mysaria was ready to settle down and even more than ready to have kids.
But it all came crashing down. Literally.
And she was left lifeless, breathless.
"I don't know if your drunk-ass is going to comprehend what am about to say but just so you know, Tiana is willing. she'll do it in the blink of an eye for you."
Ethan was the only one who checked on her when she was out of the hospital. Not because she wanted him to. Everyone was forbidden from coming to her house, especially Tiana, the helplessness she felt was too great to let anyone see her like that, pathetic and empty.
But Ethan doesn't back down and Ethan doesn't listen or care. They didn't know he had cancer yet in that period of time but he lived his life as if he knew his life was going to be cut short by sickness.
"That's because she's an idiot" Mysaria said, pacing around the living room with a bottle of whiskey at hand.
"You don't mean that, Mysa, don't be a fucking asshole, she haven't seen you in months. She misses you."
Mysaria stopped, and looked at him. "Well..." she shurged her shoulders "I don't give a fuck" she put the bottle to her lips and swing her head back. Her face twisting in soreness.
Ethan sighed, letting his head fall in frustration, pinching the edge of his nose. "For how long?" He said quietly.
"For how long is this going to last? This...this..." He waved his arms vaguely, "This fucking charade!"
Mysaria stared at him with shot up red eyes. Her gaze filled with so much cruelty. "Charade?" She repeated his word to him, "I got gutted like a fucking fish!" She shouted, her voice cracked on each word.
The need to see his best friend back to her normal self blinded Ethan and in the darkness, he was swinging a sharp knife, aiming for the bubble of depression that surrounded her and not knowing the edge of the knife was going through Mysaria.
"You never even wanted kids!" He shouted back, taking a step towards her.
"Whenever you saw them on the streets you complained about how loud they are. How useless and harmful to the fucking environment kids are and how you'll never, EVER have them, you complained and complained and complained and now that you've got what you always wanted, guess what? You're complaining!"
It wasn't venomous or malicious but each word drilled her from the inside out. She knew he was right. It's all he knows anyway because she never dared to tell anyone about her change of heart and when she finally did it was too late.
Silent tears started to stream down her face as she watched him approach her, an apologetic yet angry look on his face.
"It was terrifying, Mysaria, watching your lifeless body day in and day out not knowing if you'll make it. The thought of losing you...it was unbearable." His voice was shaking and tears gleamed inside of his green eyes.
He reached out his arms, ready to hold her in them like he always does, but before he got to her, her knees gave out.
And she fell to the ground. The whiskey bottle thumping against the wooden floor as her body came crumbling down.
He kneeled down and wrapped her inside of his embrace as she quietly sobbed away, whispering soothing words in her ears.
"I'm worthless" Mysaria said, the words muffled by his chest, "I'm so worthless" she said it over and over again.
He denied it every time.
"You're okay." He said, stroking her hair sweetly,
"you're going to be okay."
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"What did you say to that bartender? As we were leaving" Rhaenyra asked, curiosity getting the best of her.
"Wouldn't you like to know!" Mysaria giggled. Again. That fucking giggle.
"Yes, actually, I would like to know that is why I asked, Mysaria." Rhaenyra replied in a matter of fact tone.
"Nothing important, don't worry about it."
Eyes on the road, Rhaenyra smirked, "you know.." she as she took a left, "she said something to me as well."
Mysaria tried to hide her eagerness but the way she sit up in the passenger seat was too telling.
"I don't care." Her tone suggesting otherwise.
Rhaenyra took a brief look at her before going back to her driving, "unbelievable" she murmured under her breath.
A few minutes passed in silence as Rhaenyra drove and Mysaria watched.
The car smelled of cigarettes and a very strong cologne, the same scant Mysaria smelled on Rhaenyra except it's ten times stronger.
Suffocating. Intoxicating.
She watched as the woman in front of her expertly maneuvered the busy streets, her hair disheveled as ever.
Just like before, Mysaria reached in to soothe the wilderness, only this time Rhaenyra saw her by the corner of her eye, which made her scrap the entire attempt off.
"Where are you kidnapping me to?" Mysaria wondered out loud to deflect.
A loud grin drew on Rhaenyra's face, "Wouldn't you like to know that?"
"Oh wow, just wow." Mysaria laid back, resting her head on the seat cushion and closing her eyes shut.
"Un-fucking-believable"
She murmured under her breath.