So That Was Painful
Title: So That Was Painful (Or: A story based on a series of photos by one, Ms. Allie)
Rating: T
Warnings: Sarcasm and snark.
Summary: A goddess and a witch are trying to travel in peace.
Notes: Original piece written after taking part in a photoshoot done by a friend of mine. Someone said that someone should write something about the story being told by the photos. I started writing this about a week later, didn't like where it was going, and stopped. Then about week and a half ago, I picked it back up and rewrote the bits I didn't like and posted it on my Facebook. Figured I should share it here, too.
The flower was evidence of her identity. One needn't search about for much more to know who she was. Kamala, also known as Lakshmi. The flower was woven in her hair, and was the only remaining sign from her former appearance. Hair, once dark and flowing down past her waist, was now a light red, flowing softly in waves past her collarbone. Tanned skin gave way to pale pink, and her tell-tale clothes of pinks and reds and many jewels was replaced by a brown shirt, blue jeans, and black boots. Glasses adorned changed eyes, and he would've thought her nothing but a normal, everyday, ordinary person.
If not for that damned flower. True, she could've picked it up anywhere, but its color was extraordinary. Blue. Blue, and real. Real lotuses weren't blue. If it were fake, then it'd be another story, but it was real and blue.
He should've just gone on walking, maybe come back another time, but then he'd noticed her companion. Sabrina Valerius. Dark haired, dressed in blue and brown, juniper seeds and crystal hanging around her neck. Pink lace shoes, which puzzled him. They seemed out of place. Ah, but wait... brown heels were sitting in the dirt next to her. An emerald on each hand, set in gold, and... the book.
A thick red book, which would be set aside by most as random and not important, had a home in her hands. This book, and the flower, was what he was sent for.
They were masquerading as two random people, who were waiting for a bus. In a cemetery. But a bus to where? Not death, but...
"I told you, we should've flown." Kamala spoke. He narrowed his eyes and silently moved closer to the bench.
Sabrina tossed her hair back over her shoulder. "And I told you, while your own talents may easily mask your flight, I would need to use multiple spells in order to mask my own. It would take ages, and I don't have the necessary herbs to even begin to try."
"What, your twigs? You need those to get on a computer to buy a plane ticket? We're trying to be human, so I suggested a human mode of transportation." Kamala was slightly frustrated. And when she was frustrated, the ground shook.
She was definitely who he was looking for.
"Not twigs, Kami. Herbs. Spices. I could normally find them in a new age shop, as much as I hate going in them, but this town doesn't have one." Sabrina flipped a page.
"And of the plane? Computers? What do you have to say about that?" She picked at one of her nails, the glittery red polish chipping.
"Oh, computers interfere with my flow. And planes take me too far."
"From what?"
The ground around them shook again, and the book twitched.
"The Earth. You of all people should know that. Everything that I am connects to Gaia. Brown for earth, blue for water." The book twitched again. "It's all written here, you know, if you wanted to read instead of ask me questions. I answer in roundabout ways, and you hate that."
"I would read it, if it weren't in Romanian." Kamala rolled her eyes, and shifted in her seat. The bench they were sitting on would have to be taken out to replace the foundations, what with all the shaking the earth was doing.
A breeze went through the trees, and the pages of the book flicked back and forth, as Sabrina's fingers were no longer holding them in place. It would've been a pleasant breeze, if it weren't bitingly cold, and fierce. Sabrina was a weather witch. When she got mad, the weather got mad. It twitched a lot, too.
"Oh, Gaia forbid you should translate anything with your powers. Oh, no, how terrible that would be." She said sarcastically.
"Whatever. We still should've taken a plane." Kamala crossed her legs. "When is this bus supposed to get here, anyways?"
"I don't know; I didn't consult my crystal ball before we left." Sabrina made a page turn.
Kamala threw her a look. "You're joking, right?"
Sabrina looked up from her reading, puzzled. "No. Why would I be joking?"
"You are so weird." Kamala took a black case from next to her. Ah, the case. He had been warned that it might be with them.
Excellent.
She opened it up, and revealed several large pages of parchment, complex symbols littering them. She passed them over, and went back to picking at her nails. "Promise we'll get manicures when we get there?"
Sabrina took the papers and read over them. "You can. I don't get manicures."
He edged his way closer, silently removing his long sword from its sheath. Only a few seconds, and...
The blade was up to the witch's neck. He tried to cut, a maniacal grin spread across his face.
Only, the blade wouldn't cut. It just sat there. He tried to move it, and it wouldn't move. What the hell?!
He looked to his left, and saw Kamala staring at him, a sardonic smile and one of her eyebrows raised. She was mocking him! This was not what he signed up for.
Moments later, the sword was shrunk and placed in the black box.
Sabrina continued reading, a smile on her face.
Kamala set the case on the ground and picked the dirt and blood from beneath her nails. "We're getting manicures when we arrive. It's just not fun without someone with you."
"Ugh, fine." A screech of wheels coming to a stop. Belongings collected, shrunk, and placed in packs. They got on the bus.
Blood littered the ground by the bench, and was soon soaked up and vanished from sight.
Elsewhere, a group of men sat around a table, watching and laughing as they watched their colleague fail the mission. He walked into the room soon after, rubbing his neck.
"Damn, I hate when I get killed on Earth. It always stings."
"Maybe stop failing, then."
"Hey, screw you, those two are hard to take down!"
"We'll send the rookie, then. He'll either finish the job and show you up, or fail epically and you can watch and laugh."
They all settled back as they watched a young man walk down the aisle of a bus and instantly drop dead.
This is the most fun you can have with their work.
Rating: T
Warnings: Sarcasm and snark.
Summary: A goddess and a witch are trying to travel in peace.
Notes: Original piece written after taking part in a photoshoot done by a friend of mine. Someone said that someone should write something about the story being told by the photos. I started writing this about a week later, didn't like where it was going, and stopped. Then about week and a half ago, I picked it back up and rewrote the bits I didn't like and posted it on my Facebook. Figured I should share it here, too.
The flower was evidence of her identity. One needn't search about for much more to know who she was. Kamala, also known as Lakshmi. The flower was woven in her hair, and was the only remaining sign from her former appearance. Hair, once dark and flowing down past her waist, was now a light red, flowing softly in waves past her collarbone. Tanned skin gave way to pale pink, and her tell-tale clothes of pinks and reds and many jewels was replaced by a brown shirt, blue jeans, and black boots. Glasses adorned changed eyes, and he would've thought her nothing but a normal, everyday, ordinary person.
If not for that damned flower. True, she could've picked it up anywhere, but its color was extraordinary. Blue. Blue, and real. Real lotuses weren't blue. If it were fake, then it'd be another story, but it was real and blue.
He should've just gone on walking, maybe come back another time, but then he'd noticed her companion. Sabrina Valerius. Dark haired, dressed in blue and brown, juniper seeds and crystal hanging around her neck. Pink lace shoes, which puzzled him. They seemed out of place. Ah, but wait... brown heels were sitting in the dirt next to her. An emerald on each hand, set in gold, and... the book.
A thick red book, which would be set aside by most as random and not important, had a home in her hands. This book, and the flower, was what he was sent for.
They were masquerading as two random people, who were waiting for a bus. In a cemetery. But a bus to where? Not death, but...
"I told you, we should've flown." Kamala spoke. He narrowed his eyes and silently moved closer to the bench.
Sabrina tossed her hair back over her shoulder. "And I told you, while your own talents may easily mask your flight, I would need to use multiple spells in order to mask my own. It would take ages, and I don't have the necessary herbs to even begin to try."
"What, your twigs? You need those to get on a computer to buy a plane ticket? We're trying to be human, so I suggested a human mode of transportation." Kamala was slightly frustrated. And when she was frustrated, the ground shook.
She was definitely who he was looking for.
"Not twigs, Kami. Herbs. Spices. I could normally find them in a new age shop, as much as I hate going in them, but this town doesn't have one." Sabrina flipped a page.
"And of the plane? Computers? What do you have to say about that?" She picked at one of her nails, the glittery red polish chipping.
"Oh, computers interfere with my flow. And planes take me too far."
"From what?"
The ground around them shook again, and the book twitched.
"The Earth. You of all people should know that. Everything that I am connects to Gaia. Brown for earth, blue for water." The book twitched again. "It's all written here, you know, if you wanted to read instead of ask me questions. I answer in roundabout ways, and you hate that."
"I would read it, if it weren't in Romanian." Kamala rolled her eyes, and shifted in her seat. The bench they were sitting on would have to be taken out to replace the foundations, what with all the shaking the earth was doing.
A breeze went through the trees, and the pages of the book flicked back and forth, as Sabrina's fingers were no longer holding them in place. It would've been a pleasant breeze, if it weren't bitingly cold, and fierce. Sabrina was a weather witch. When she got mad, the weather got mad. It twitched a lot, too.
"Oh, Gaia forbid you should translate anything with your powers. Oh, no, how terrible that would be." She said sarcastically.
"Whatever. We still should've taken a plane." Kamala crossed her legs. "When is this bus supposed to get here, anyways?"
"I don't know; I didn't consult my crystal ball before we left." Sabrina made a page turn.
Kamala threw her a look. "You're joking, right?"
Sabrina looked up from her reading, puzzled. "No. Why would I be joking?"
"You are so weird." Kamala took a black case from next to her. Ah, the case. He had been warned that it might be with them.
Excellent.
She opened it up, and revealed several large pages of parchment, complex symbols littering them. She passed them over, and went back to picking at her nails. "Promise we'll get manicures when we get there?"
Sabrina took the papers and read over them. "You can. I don't get manicures."
He edged his way closer, silently removing his long sword from its sheath. Only a few seconds, and...
The blade was up to the witch's neck. He tried to cut, a maniacal grin spread across his face.
Only, the blade wouldn't cut. It just sat there. He tried to move it, and it wouldn't move. What the hell?!
He looked to his left, and saw Kamala staring at him, a sardonic smile and one of her eyebrows raised. She was mocking him! This was not what he signed up for.
Moments later, the sword was shrunk and placed in the black box.
Sabrina continued reading, a smile on her face.
Kamala set the case on the ground and picked the dirt and blood from beneath her nails. "We're getting manicures when we arrive. It's just not fun without someone with you."
"Ugh, fine." A screech of wheels coming to a stop. Belongings collected, shrunk, and placed in packs. They got on the bus.
Blood littered the ground by the bench, and was soon soaked up and vanished from sight.
Elsewhere, a group of men sat around a table, watching and laughing as they watched their colleague fail the mission. He walked into the room soon after, rubbing his neck.
"Damn, I hate when I get killed on Earth. It always stings."
"Maybe stop failing, then."
"Hey, screw you, those two are hard to take down!"
"We'll send the rookie, then. He'll either finish the job and show you up, or fail epically and you can watch and laugh."
They all settled back as they watched a young man walk down the aisle of a bus and instantly drop dead.
This is the most fun you can have with their work.