>>5367404>>5367619You flinched. You raised your hands, pausing when they reached your shoulders height. Her hands began to melt, forming an incomplete sludge bubble around your head, with a larger opening between you and her. She brought her lips down to your forehead to place a kiss. An achromatic fire burned through Cass, the chalkboard, and the entire room into empty ash. From the white noise, like the ghost ship in one of Cleopatra’s photos, appeared a dancing mirage of grey-shaded runes. It hovered like smoke in your mind before you came to your senses with a head-breaking ache.
Cass’s finger-cage reformed into hands. She looked at you as if expecting you to understand. It was almost the same fucking thing she showed you before. You snapped away and turned to the board, recreating the image. You waved and knocked the chalk on every side.
“Is this it? What is it supposed to be?” you said. Cass dragged her palm against your drawing, smudging the chalk as if her little change made it clearer! Oh, thank you!
Cleopatra paused for smoke and release. “It looks like a raining cloud."
Cass spoke her silent piece. She pushed her hand above her chest and then pointed it back.
“You -came- from the cloud?”
She pressed her hand in the centre of the chalked cloud and pushed it down to the bottom of the board leaving a line-like mark.
You stared at the chalk, shaking your head after; at least, she was this intelligent. “What do you want? I can’t toss you up the fucking cloud.”
“That’s supposed to be rain I assume, darling?”
You looked at what you drew—dots, lines and zigzags taking most of the board. “ … Yes.”
“I am not saying it is the answer, it is the answer, darling, but maybe she’s waiting for it to rain?” She climbed off the desk and, swaying her hips and taking out the holder between her fingers, advanced to Cass. Cleopatra circled the cigarette’s smoke at Cass and then moved closer to her face.
“Are you not going to give me a kiss, dear?” Cleopatra puckered her lips as Cass did nothing but look past her at you.
You rubbed your forehead. “Bird, I am not drawing it badly on purpose. That’s the best I could with what she showed me, it’s all gibberish. You should be happy she’s not touching you, it’s worse than a hangover or flu when she does. It feels like brain surgery, but no one knocked me out first. Trust me please.”
“I do, but there is no remedy for curiosity, no remedy for curiosity, darling.”
You pointed at the problem causer. “So what, you need some showers? It was raining like hell for the last week. How likely it’ll rain today?”
“Very likely, darling, you know Compostela, we might as well be in England. However, you might have to wait until evening or even night, even night, darling.”
You scoffed and looked at Cass, “Yes, it’s wet the entire day but at least it doesn’t rain. That should be a good thing, but apparently, it ain’t for you.”
