#jaaaaay

Maybe this will revive matchmaker 😂😂😂

My ears perked as the sound of footsteps on the crunching earth approached t my flank. A glance over my shoulder quickly revealed a courier, already presenting a package, bound in a soft leather packaging. It was not often I was approached by couriers to be honest. People did not often have things to deliver to someone who was in and out of their lives as I was. 

I removed the flap away from the content, the tiny package sat in the middle of my palm. Tiny glints with dark accents and indention quickly caught the light, beautiful light and yet mischievous looks were in the skull's non-existent eyes. I touched at the lobs of my ears, a sudden realization of my lack of piercing there apparent. But my eyes were quickly drawn back to the scrap parchment. 

I smirked as the voice of the words easily replaced my own in my head. as I read the initials. The script was unmistakable. "How like her..." I muttered to myself. There was a twinge though. There in my chest. The idea of something that might have been. If things had been different. If circumstances had allowed it. If. If--

I closed my hand around the tiny silver bits, crumbling the small paper around them.

Again, with my free hand, I rubbed my earlob. 

//And I’m not quite sure why we talk english-german mix but then again we always do this which is sorta stupid as we’re both german.