Her Fragile Bubble Of Mental Isolation Slowly Tried To Slide The Lid Back Over The Boiling Pot With Relative

Her fragile bubble of mental isolation slowly tried to slide the lid back over the boiling pot with relative success, considering the shop was still intact. The soft voice managed to slither through like a pleasant melody, words molten together into a gentle caress.

Celestial eyes snapped open at the contact, recoiling immediately out of fear of harming the kind soul.

“DON'T!!!” Cindy shrieked out of fright “Don't touch me! You- ...I- you saw what happened with the flowers. What if, I don't want to but I...can hurt you or worse.” the sun eyed girl tried her best to not come to contact with anything, the woman didn't deserve harm to befall on her nor her possessions.

“You don't have to apologize. You had no way of knowing.” at least her tone was more steady, the jade color slowly retaking the slithering strands of bright golden

“I'm sorry for...everything.” Cindy rarely -or better said never- apologized, not quite feeling herself at fault, only now. For ruining flowers to probably traumatizing the kind lady for eternity

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She nodded and gently took the violets from Cindy’s hands, wrapping them up in colorful plastic wrapping and then tying a pretty bow around the stems. After ringing Cindy’s purchase up, she handed them back to the cosmic entity. “These for your mother? I’m sure she’ll love them.” Scarlet said conversationally. It was Mother’s Day after all so she assumed that’s what Cindy was here at her shop for. This was one of Scarlet’s busiest days of the year after all.

Jaw muscles clenched with force that actually threatened to fracture her teeth, a small twitch of her right hand at the explanation.

“Certainly noticeable, their wonder isn’t…artificial. I can almost feel it.” too bad hellborns didn’t have a soul, Cindy would’ve bet hers would shine so bright, just like her- no that’s a path she cannot go down yet.

Instead she focused on the lady’s hands, gentleness in every movement, nowhere a forced or faux gesture that would be expected from shopkeepers. She was aware she haven’t picked the most expensive flowers yet she wasn’t coerced into possibly buying more or picking a bouquet. Cindy judged beings by her own- by the Universe’s eyes and this woman was more of an angel than many born in Heaven.

The silent conclusion brought the tiniest of smiles as she took back the delicate flowers. Upon the words they were gone. Everything, from wrapper to petals disappeared in a flash not even leaving the faintest trace of ash behind.

Cindy stared down her empty hands with shock and disbelief, her vision blurring with each passing moment.

“I…That shouldn’t have happened, the temperature was way too high without morphing, I don’t know. This never occurred- I didn’t do it on purpose I’m sorry! ” arms now back to their original position with nails harshly biting into skin without care. Don’t touch anything. Don’t think. Reconnect. Control.

“She…” won’t be able to tell “her name was Viola and…she indeed would have.” Don’t cry. Who knows what it will set off in this state.

“I will pay for them of course. I didn’t-” her voice gave out at last, unable to bring her glowing gaze to meet the shorter lady’s, afraid what would she see in them

Scarlet froze. Blinking owlishly at Cindy’s hands in silent disbelief, her expression twisted into one of shocked horror. One minute the flowers were there and the next....they weren’t.

It took a couple of moments for her to fully process what she saw, Cindy’s stuttered apologies helping to bring the imp back to reality. Her shock quickly dissipated to be replaced by concern once more when she saw just how vulnerable the red-headed woman looked in that moment.

Viola...

So that was her mother’s name.

“I--it’s okay, honey. It was an accident.” Scarlet reassured her in soft tones, eyes glancing down at Cindy’s nails raking across her own flesh. “Really, it’s--Don’t do that. You’re hurting yourself.” Without thinking, she reached out to gently grasp Cindy’s arms, trying to stop her from hurting herself further. “I know it was an accident. Though, I feel like I should be the one apologizin’. I’m so sorry for your loss, hon...”

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The legendary duality.

People write songs about girls like you

Cindy doesn't have a corruption arc because it already happened & it's now within. Someone, something just needs to flip the switch.

After all, she's a Véghváry what did you expect