M e s s i a h

“Generic but true”.

           This was Tony’s first wedding back. It was an extremely tiny one. Rhonda, one of Tony’s old clients, asked if Tony could do her sister’s wedding. Something that Tony prided her business on was that she could plan any wedding. She usually handled more extravagant ones but she wanted to start with something simple. She was dressed in a floor-length navy blue gown. It was one of her go-tos for small weddings. Her hair was done in simple curls as well.

     She’s used this church for many of her weddings. It was very quaint, yet the architecture was so beautiful. She always loved taking pictures at the church too. She also had met someone here before. He was always one to help her with anything she needed. To say she wasn’t nervous, would be an understatement. When she saw him speaking with another worker at the church she walked over with a smile on her face. “Aaron!” She smiled, entrapping the taller one in a hug. “It’s been awhile. Last time I saw you was 2017. How are you? How was your Christmas?” She asked, genuinely interested. Aaron and she haven’t talked much, except for business. She wanted to get to know the people she worked with better after getting back from Italy. @heavenfirc

He remained at the back of the building discussing some future remodeling for the building. He was keeping himself pretty out of the rest of the people at the place. People came and went with flowers and ribbons to finish setting the place for that night’s event. He was just passing by, so his attire was pretty casual in comparison with the girl that would soon greet him.

He suddenly felt attacked by smaller arms and both him and the person he was talking to looked down to the petite blonde. Aaron took a couple of seconds to understand what was going on, then he recognized the silhouette dressed in blue. “Well, now this is a surprise”, he replied surrounding her shoulders with an arm as he motioned a hand towards the other person to let them know they would talk later. “And I thought Italy had stolen New York’s best wedding planner”, he pointed out. “My Christmas was perfect, thank you, what about yours? When did you come back?”

“N-no no, I’m fun drunk! I’m o-only b-bad or m-mean if I’m h-hungry.” She nodded as she walked with him. Marisol smiled when he called her a muse. She crinkled her nose and giggled at him before she awkwardly slipped her arms into her jacket. She turned around to look up at him with a warm smile. She felt his arm move to her shoulder and she playfully nudged him as they walked out together. “S-so that I get home b-before my bedtime?” She teased as they walked. “I will t-try not to let it happen again.” She nodded as they made their way to his care. “C-cover my face?! W-well then h-how will I b-be able to see!” She argued as she placed her hands over her face. “T-that seems dangerous frankly!” 

“Well, that’s good to know! That way I will know what to do if you get particularly sassy”, he chuckled. The night was cold, even though they were at the middle of spring, but he liked it. He was a fan of cold since he lived in a hot place most of his childhood. “Exactly, we don’t want you messing your sleeping schedule, do we? It’s not like you’re already in college--- oh, wait!”, he teased back. “Just cover your mouth and nose, smarty pants”, he said rolling his eyes, “cold wakes up your senses and makes you feel more drunk”.

“There’s plenty of positives. Scientifically speaking, you’d experience a release of dopamine… serotonin… etcetera…” A beat. “Maybe the giant cross shoved so far up your ass’ll loosen out a bit!” She chides in a sing-song manner. “I’m not trying, I’m succeeding.” She whispers flatly. Bliss pads a circle around Aaron as he goes on, stepping over the occasional file with grace.  “WRONG– actually.” She interjects. “I’m almost always aroused. It’s a never ending thirst.” A pause as she turns her back to a corner of the elevator, resting a hand upon a mirror. “I will say– it’s true. I’ve thought about it a few times.”  Bliss rolls her eyes. “Hate’s a powerful word, you know…” A coy, gentle grin. “Do you hate the smell of… formaldehyde masked with Chanel perfume, as well?” She hums a light laugh. “I don’t bite… but I can sense that, uh… you might.” 

“Ha-Ha, pretty funny, witch”, he commented sarcastically with a roll of the eyes. “You are not succeeding at anything, you are only walking around me like the fucking cougar you are”, he spat back. He literally prayed in his mind for someone to come quickly, because when it was both Bliss and him involved, things could get out of control and right now, none of them could exit the place to finish the argument.

A little smirk shows up in company of a single dry laugh, “the devil has fantasized about me... how very!”, he expressed, allowing a bit of ego go up to his head at the thought.

“Oh, no– sweetie– he sent you a physical punishment the day you moved into my apartment building.” She whispers, gazing up at him with those innocent hues as black as tar in the emergency elevator lighting. As he bumps his body into hers, she takes an involuntary step back, a light cackle escaping her lips along with smoke. She takes another long drag. “Poor baby– that’s not how SEX works.” She taunts him with a crooked grin, smoke billowing. Her gaze shifts into that of an intimidating, unsettling glare. “You should be scared… because I’m going to chew you up and spit you out like the SNACK you are…” Dropping her stack of files to the floor, she draws in  once again.  Giving him a facetious smile, before her features go blank once again, Bliss rolls her neck accompanied by a light hum. “Wanna’ do it again?” She says, eyes finding his once again. “I like it ROUGH.”  He’s snatched her favorite vice, and tossed it to the floor. She does not break eye contact, and instead glances about the elevator. “WHAT?” She glances at the elevator doors briefly. “Scared we’ll run out of oxygen? Or… is goody-two-shoes afraid the chief’ll be upset over cigarette smoke in the elevator?” Being pushed back against one of the elevator mirrors, she can’t help but grin. “You know, what…? This is the perfect place to FUCK, don’t you think?”  Gazing about, the brunette leans against the mirror. “We should put it to the test–“

“Why would I have sex with you anyway? You have stated that you are DYING to do it with me, but there’s nothing positive for me about it”, he replied with squinted eyes and a little side smirk. Aaron crossed his arms to create a little more space between them, “oh, baby, I wanna see you trying”, he challenged with a shrug, his dark eyes drilling into hers as they spoke.

“It would only arouse you if I hit you, probably after that night you got into my house you have fantasized of me doing it again”, he stated, “you want to prove me a sinner as well”.

Marisol looked up at him and giggled a little as his hand moved to her waist. “I-I’m sorry I d-didn’t mean for it too happen but oops!” She shrugged as she let her arms rest on his shoulders she rested her head on his arm and sighed. She realized now how nice he smelled, but that thought quickly came and went as she lifted her head and gave a lazy nod. “If you could be s-so very kind. I would very m-much appreciate that.” She said gently as she looked around and notice how dark it was outside. 

She gasped at the darkened window as she took hold of his hand. “How d-did it get s-so late, oh I-I always j-just thought C-cinderella had b-bad time m-management. No, y-you just lose t-track when you have a n-nice time it seems.” She stumbled over to their table to gather her bag and jacket. “S-shall we?” She asked motioning towards the exit. 

Aaron let out a soft sigh in addition to a small smile as she rested against him. Aaron patted her back gently with a hand as he looked for his wallet with the other one. “It’s alright, at least you are a happy kind of drunk, it would suck if you were a bad kind of drunk”, he reassured her as she managed to pull a few bills out and place them on the table. “Okay, little muse, I need you to get into your jacket because it’s cold outside”, he said as he held the cloth in front of her. “We did have a good time, didn’t we? We should come some other day, but maybe earlier in case this happens again”, he said and wrapped an arm around her shoulders to lead her carefully to the exit. Once outside, he thanked he had found a nice parking spot not so far from the entrance. “Oh, cover your face if you can, wind makes it worse”, he pointed out as they approached to his car and he opened the door for her.

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. 

[ txt to Eurydice ]: Listening to you sing or talk about myths really calms me down when I am the most stressed.

Send “☎” for a RUSHED text.

Marisol had not been the sort of girl to overdo it when it came to alcohol. She always tried her very hardest to be smart about these sort of things. But she felt a sense of safety when she was with Aaron. The two had gotten rather close since they had met. Practicing together, and there performance at the Spring Awakening festival really had only mad their bond stronger. And she felt comfortable enough with him to dance and sing along with the music at the bar they had gone to. Unfortunately Mari was tiny, and had not been keeping track, and now she was rather intoxicated. 

She reached out to take hold of the taller mans arm. She tugged him closer and pushed back her dark his before speaking. “Orpheus, I n-need to tell you something.  And it’s a r-rather embarrassing s-something.” She pointed a finger making an attempt to stay focused. “I believe I’m drunk….” Mari nodded as she looked up at him. @heavenfirc

He wasn’t much of a bar or club kind of person ---outdoors kind of person--- but the day at work had been long and he craved for a break and so, Mari’s invitation out was immediately accepted. He had a beer or two, enough to keep him relaxed but with his feet still on the ground. They danced and sung to the music at the bar with the same enjoyment they did at the festival.

Aaron quietly counted the drinks she was having, but didn’t dare to say a thing in case she thought he was a party-popper. They were still with the crown when the girl got a grip of him. “Uh-huh, what is it?”, he asked and leaned down, following her movements closely. He couldn’t help but chuckle at her words and simply nodded. “You don’t say. It is getting a bit late, anyways, do you want me to take you home?”, he asked as now he held her around the waist so she didn’t fall down.

Standing in the corner of the elevator, clad in her usual innocent choice of clothing along with her lab coat, Bliss’, hugging a hefty stack of autopsy report files close to her chest. Eyes focused solely on Aaron, the storm causes the lights to flicker as the back up generator kicks in. “Well– you can thank your wretched SAVIOR for making sure the generator didn’t keep us in  darkness.” She takes a step closer toward him– a minuscule one, considering how compact the elevator space is. “Too bad  it’s not total DARKNESS… I was really looking forward to devouring you in in my element– but…” She jokes– though her demeanor remains unreadable– straight.  Adjusting her own glasses at him, she inches closer. “Oh, no– baby boy. I skipped breakfast, lunch and dinner– just waiting for this moment.” Her voice is husky– stern, despite her doe-eyes and good girl chic outfit.  “Ever seen the film…’DEVIL’?” She inquires, tone oozing like honey. “This is the real life equivalent…Except we’re already down to two– “ A pause, as the medical examiner produces a cigarette to light so casually. “–and we know who the perpetrator is–” A humorless laugh is stifled from her red-stained lips, cigarette clenched between her teeth, smoke billowing. She steps even closer, now invading his personal space. “What’s the matter, A-Baby? Scared of a tiny doctor? A GIRL? Pathetic.”  Taking it a step further, she leans in to murmur, brow furrowing just in the slightest. “I caused the storm… I planned this so precisely.. You see– I’m unstoppable, Aaron. Welcome to Hell on Earth.” She whispers softly. Of course, this’d been pure coincidence– but who knew how long they’d be stuck there– Bliss’s figured she’s better off making a bit of FUN out of the inconvenience. A gentle sigh escapes her lips, lashes fluttering as her eyes close, breathing a hot breath at his shoulder. “Where’s daddy, now? Why have you forsaken me!” She says in a mock-voice of his, gaze never averting from his as she takes a long drag, blowing smoke upward at his face.

“My savior must be sending me some kind of physical punishment; that, or this is just a test to my patience, which I am more that happy to accept if it is godsent”, he replied. Of course his patience was reduced to zero whenever Bliss was around, but he couldn’t let her know that, he couldn’t keep on letting her know how much her presence bothered him.

She approaches and he remains still with crossed arms, following her predatory gaze getting closer and closer. Done with her proximity, Aaron puts his hands in front of himself and pushes her back gently, not willing to deal with her bullshit. “Bliss, just... fucking behave”, he grunted, damning the moment he tried to start a decent conversation with her.

“No, actually I haven’t so I don’t understand your reference”, he stated firmly, but still listened. When she pulled out the cigarette, he rolled his eyes. He towers her and so, the flashing thought of slapping her again crosses his mind. At least that way she would shut up, at least that way maybe he could knock her out and keep everything in peace until they were rescued. “Why would I be scared?”, he asks now bumping her smaller frame back with his own body, “I’m having none of your demonic nonsense. I am tired, it was a long day and the last thing I need is you getting all fucking witchy. You say you are unstoppable, but a slap across the face seemed to deal with you just fine the other night”, he pointed out with a little smirk.

The smoke against his face makes him to almost gag. His hand quickly snatches the cigarette and drops it on the floor, stepping on it, “we are in a fucking enclosed space, quit it”, Aaron growled with squinted eyes. He was in no mood to play along, he just wanted to get out of there. He pushed her harder this time, trying to send her back to her own corner. “I am DONE with you”.