The moment I felt my body waking up, I knew I wasn’t in the hospital anymore. I opened my eyes to once again see the white room I woke up in after the fire. This time I was clothed in a small white dress that reached my knees, my wings spilled from my back in inky blackness. I glanced around the room absentmindedly playing with the feathers on my wings, wondering why I was here again.
“You are here, my child, because I have need of you.” A deep soothing voice spoke from behind me. I turned already knowing who I would see. He was just as beautiful as ever. He was tall and golden, his eyes a fiery green, his wings as white as fresh snow. I felt very small standing in his presence.
“Need of me how?” I asked, not completely comfortable around him.
“You have training to do, my de
With that I closed the door and immediately took out my shower things and stripped before stepping into the water. It felt so nice to finally be able to scrub my skin with actual body wash and not small sterile smelling soap. I nearly moaned in pleasure as I worked the shampoo into my hair, sighing as I felt the choppy and broken strands of my burnt hair. Would definitely need to make a hair appointment. I did however, let out a little happy sound as I noticed the razor in my bag and immediately shaved the important bits.It felt heavenly to finally be groomed. After a good solid 15 minutes in the shower I got out and dried off with the ridiculously small hospital towels and got dressed, sighing as I finally felt a sense of comfort to be in my clothes. I stood in front of the sink, toothbrush with toothpaste on it in my hand and let out a sigh as I put it in my mouth and started brushing my tee
Stepping into the house I let out a sigh of relief and slowly made my way into the kitchen. It was most definitely slow going as the house was huge. Was it always this huge?! God who needs this much space? By the time I made it into the kitchen I shakely made my way to the breakfast nook and sank onto the bench with a huff.I reached down and massaged my sore leg muscles through my jeans, huffing in frustration byt how crippled and useless I felt. Couldn’t even make it across the floor without needing a break because I was cramping and winded. I felt ninety all of a sudden and growled in annoyance at the unwelcome feeling. I forced myself to stand with a grunt and hobbled to the fridge, opening it a crack and when I wasn’t met with a wave of stench I opened it fully and was very happy to see that it was clean and all things gross and expired had been disposed of. In fact now that I thought abou
Ezra ascended the stairs in silence and with ease, before I knew it he was on the fourth floor and paused, waiting for me to point him in the right direction. I motioned to the right, the last door in the hall. He made his way to it and opened it, holding me with one hand effortlessly. He made his way into the room, walking softly over the spacious hardwood floor and placed me gently on the small ottoman at the end of my bed, dropping my bag that I wasn’t even aware he had, at my feet before taking a step back and looking around my room. I looked with him, wondering what my room looked like and revealed about myself to a stranger.It was large, unnecessarily so like all the rooms in this house, and open, my bed directly in the middle between the doors to my walk-in closet on the right, and my bathroom and the left. The rest of the walls were mostly taken up by shelves of books, nicknacks, keepsake to
I woke the next morning, disoriented for a brief moment before a sense of familiarity washed over me, the smells and sounds of my room making it all come back to me in a rolling wave. I was back home finally, Ezra was now living with me, I had a nightmare and a huge panic attack last night and dark, calm and steady Ezra was able to help me out of it all.I rolled onto my back with a sigh and lifted my arms out of the blankets to run them through my rats nest of hair. Going to bed with damp hair always assured it would be a mess, adding a thrashing nightmare to the mix only made it worse. With a sigh I sat up and rolled to reach my bedside table, grabbing my brush from the drawer and blinking in surprise at the time being a little after noon. So much for trying to go grocery shopping and stopping by to see my boss today.Oh well, groceries were a need, boss coul
Two cart fulls and nearly four hours later, we were finally done. I got everything I needed to restock the house including some extras that Ezra pointed out he enjoyed and I was beyond exhausted. My legs ached and I had a headache forming and my back felt tight and stiff. We loaded everything into the trunk and back seat and Ezra put the carts away before returning and holding out his hands for my keys.“I will drive us back. You are exhausted and in pain. Sit and power nap if you can.” Before I could even open my mouth to argue there was a rush of air and then I was sitting in the passenger seat, buckled and Ezra was in the divers, keys in hand. I gaped at him, my mouth open and closing as I tried to form a coherent sentence. “I knew you would argue, so I saved us both time.” I scowled at him as he shrugged and began to drive out of the lot, a smirk on his lips.
The breakfast nook table was set with 3 place settings and the kitchen smelled heavenly as the radio played in the background. I went to the stove and stood beside Ezra to see what he was making. There was a pan of homemade meatballs searing with mouth watering spices, a homemade tomato sauce that Ezra was stirring, a pan of green beans also being seared with a light and fragrant oil drizzle and noodles on to boil. It all smelt and looked so amazing. Ezra turned and held out the sauce spoon for me to taste, his hand under it to catch anything that drips. I leaned forward and opened my mouth to taste the sauce on the spoon and swooned. It tasted so damn amazing I audibly groaned in appreciation.“God that tastes amazing Ezra. Everything smells so good! I have not been this excited for food in a very long time.” I did a little happy dance
The next morning I was rudely awoken by a bird who was using my balcony table as a drum, tapping his beak against it repeatedly. I groaned and lifted my head out from under my pillow, blindly reaching for the bedside clock and swearing loudly in exasperation as I saw the time was only 7:45 am.Being petty, I called the bird every vile name I could think of in my barely awake state as I rolled out of bed and stumbled across the floors till I got to the balcony doors. I hissed at the bird and closed the doors, huffing in annoyance as I turned and went back to the bed, flopping on it face first and burrowing under the pillow and blanket once again.I don’t do mornings. Especially not this early in the morning. I needed sleep, and since I was sleeping without scary dreams I was desperate to get back to it. My bladder however had other ideas. I whi
I made my way down the stairs as quickly as was comfortable for my achy legs. I felt almost light at the prospect of relaxing in the pool with Ezra. Water always made me feel calm and maybe a little cleansed. I could definitely use that given everything that I have going on. I made my way into the pool, smiling as I saw Ezra already there with his swim shorts on. He had found the floaty chairs and was putting them into the pool. It was almost comical to see him in such a relaxed setting.I walked over to a storage bench and pulled out a couple of towels and set them to the side for us before turning back to face Ezra who was looking at me with his head tilted to the side. I tensed for a moment as I realized he was looking at all my scars. I bit my lip and faced him, tying my hair up in a ponytail so he could see them all, and I could keep my hair out of the saltwater.