Pocket full of Explosions

‘I would really appreciate some help… it’s my worst fear that one of the  children around might have seen it and decided to take it… I don’t mind children, but I would really prefer they didn’t have my rabbit. It was the first toy I had as a child, when my father was still alive. I bring it with me everywhere. Well it mostly stays in my room,’ she sighed. Perhaps she  should have just left it in her room in the mansion instead of having the bright idea to keep it at her apartment. Then it wouldn’t be lost. ‘It’s  probably really stupid… but I don’t know what I’ll do if I don’t find it.’

  “--that isn’t very nice of them...” If that was to be true. Leni knew very well how children’s eye’s caught captivation by something and became hooked. It often lead to taking or touching things that hadn’t belonged to them. She hoped for the other girl this wasn’t the case. “Don’t worry, I can go to all the mothers here and ask them if they have see your little treasure, may even say my daughter lost something very near and dear to her for them to look a little harder.” She assured Cat again, this time with a warmer grin. “We can first start with retracing your steps, ---hey,” Leni softened catching the others somber expression. “We are going to find it, okay?”

Saffron smiled lightly as the woman took her wrist in her hand, hazel eyes drifting as she allowed the other to pull her along. “It’s most probably in one of the living rooms, it was in the old place. But also I could be incredibly wrong, and could end up just getting us hopelessly lost.” She grinned, shrugging her shoulders slightly. She didn’t really play in front of many people, the last time she had played, a few people had caught her and she had felt a little overwhelmed. She usually didn’t care when people looked at her, in fact, she loved it. She loved when people would focus their attention on her, but when it came to her piano playing, she pretty much kept to herself about it. She was only really used to playing for family members, and close family friends. She’d always play for her brother before he slept, and would play at family dinner parties. But she hadn’t really played for others for a long time, not since she was a young teen. “If you wish to live there, you should do it. Surroundings people are fond of usually make them a lot happier and comfortable. I always lived in the place I wanted to live, and it was fantastic. If Louisiana is where you want to be, you should definitely look into living there.” Saffron smiled gently, eyes shining with warmth. “I never planned to move here either, I’m not really used to being so far from New York.”

   “There may be some excitement in getting lost.” Leni encouraged the girl not to worry. Getting out of touch with direction wasn’t something that the older woman found intimidating. In fact, she at times wished she had lost all control, all reigns on direction to just fall from her hands. There was something appealing in that. Continuing down the winding halls, the space around them was taken in photographic memory. Certainly Leni wouldn’t become lost if she were to ever trail this area of the makeshift hotel again. --or if Saffron were to become lost, she could help guide her to an area of clarity. “Ah!” Leni’s thin fingers tenderly squeezed the girls wrist as they rounded the corner to an open space filled with books organized in their written ways along shelves, and a beautiful piano rested in the opaque window lighting across from them. “Bingo.” A small grin curled at her lips. Without hesitation her feet carried her forward. She wasn’t partial to being so open about how she internally felt. In her silenced honesty, she couldn’t take that leap to Louisiana. Leni had lived a life catering to what everyone else around her wanted. She was mold waiting for others to shape her. There was something sad to behold within that. “Hm, sit.” Leni patted the empty spot next to her seated hips on the piano bench. Her fingers slid along the keys delicately before bravery sunk in for her to press one, then two more, down in a pleasant, yet short melody. “Beautiful, shame it doesn’t seem like it’s been played.--maybe that’s what we are here for, to wake up the house with a melody or two, what do you say?”

     ❝AS LONG AS WE DON’T END UP WITH THEIR FATE; I’M ALL FOR IT. In all honestly, their relationship was built on miscommunications. Wait, does that mean you’ll climb up the vines and onto my balcony? Because that would be quite the sight to see. I wouldn’t mind it one bit. Leni, Leni, where art thou my Leni? No no, I could listen to you talk about lotion all day, if you so please. I usually can’t have scented things though, it disturbs the environment around me and attracts unwanted things. When I’m on a mission, I like to smell as natural as possible. Hey there is such thing as a good kind of crazy. I think you happen to be it. Bond Girl? Hmmmm, I like the sound of that. You know the Bond Villains usually wear very nice suits and speak in suave British accents. I think I’ll look good with that crown on my head. My first order of business will be, once a day, for at least two songs everyone has to stop what they are doing and dance. You’ve got the dark, mysterious thing going on. A woman after my own heart. Oh no of course! You’re a woman of many qualities, I mean look at you. You’re gorgeous - inside and out. But I haven’t even eaten yet! Especially not my green beans. How ever will I be able to make it up to you? I always say dessert first, do you really wanna deny the queen?” 

 “I am an excellent climber..” Leni shrugged matter-of-factly with a chuckle. She wasn’t true if that held much truth. She wore a lot of day dresses that could be found on Modcloth, plucked and primed for her former suburban motherhood life. She could recall a time when she was younger, exploring the world around her with her sisters all the while their mother didn’t care where their whereabouts were. Exploring turned into climbing down the vines along the side of the house when sneaking off to hanging around boys. Boys, her mother always sought them to be so poisonous. Maybe that’s what encouraged her to sneak out, rebelling, doing something she knew her mother wouldn’t approve of. Her mothering nature now only cringed to think of her own children doing such things. “Haven’t you heard? Violent delights, have violent ends.” Her index finger swiped the icing of the cupcake in her hand. Cleaning her finger clean with her lips, Leni smirked beneath learing eyes. “What sort of unwanted things are you speaking of? I usually gravitate to scents, pleasant ones...If they made a candle scented King Tuts Tomb, would you then like them?” She teased, of course. There was something nice about the organics of things, Leni could appreciate that. Imagining the younger woman in a suit, swapped from her usual pencil skirted garb was a pleasant thought that went unvoiced. “If you made it a law for everyone to dance, I may just have to flee the country before that time strikes. --What is it these days--twalking? Twerching? Twer-something?” Her hand lifted, fanning the air from her disconnect with whatever seemed to be in style. She couldn’t keep up with her children’s generation. “If you promise me that there will be no rule to forced dancing, I won’t deny the queen a cupcake? But if not, we may just have to dual it out with a good ol’ jousting match.” 

 A crush... are we in elementary school? How cute.