“It’d be fuckin’ difficult but if that’s your wish,” Akira called out.
“Don’t you want to know why I’m here?” he asked, suddenly standing in front of her. Miko came skidding to a halt. She had forgotten how infuriatingly fast the fae were.
“I don’t give a good godsdamned why you’re here.”
“I think you do. This is not like Oasis Springs…I’m…I’m sober,” he confessed.
She had heard that one before.
“Well, bless your heart,” Miko replied with a tight smile. She tried to step around him.
“Okay, I know enough to know that was an insult. I’m not trying to piss you off. I’m trying to help. I know for a fact you’re in over your head.”
How could he know that?
…Not that there was anything to know, Miko was doing fine!
He was just being the same arrogant asshole he was 500 years ago.
“Can’t you just…leave?” she hissed, looking around for an easy exit. The front of the coffee shop was bustling and there was nowhere she could run that Akira couldn’t follow just as quickly.
He flashed a smile, loosening his shoulders and cracking his neck. Tossing aside the rose, he pulled out his sword and balanced it on his shoulder. “Nah,” he replied, “I think I’ll just wait and see if you give me the slip.”
Godsdamn it! He was calling her bluff. Also, pulling out that sword was playing dirty. He knew she…liked it.
He raised his eyebrows expectantly and began to whistle.
That motherfucker! Miko was a Thread of Fate. Time travel was her preferred method of defense but it was not her only method.
Pixies were special. They excelled at influencing emotions. Narrowing her eyes and raising her arm, Miko sent out a pulse of magic that enveloped the group of sims congregating in front of the cafe. Within seconds, violence broke out. Sims began arguing, pushing each other, and throwing punches.
Miko strolled calmly towards the ensuing chaos, barely wincing when one sim tossed another to the ground.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Akira cried, grabbing her arm to pull her back. “They’ll fucking throttle you!”
He was drunk on their wedding day. First thing in the morning, before the ceremony. A sad, painful sort of drunk as if he was trying to bury the whole experience. Titania delivered the news while Miko was being zipped into her dress. To this day, the sound of metal teeth clacking together on a piece of clothing made her feel sick.
“Better them than you!” Miko spat, shoving him back and flooding his emotions with fury and anger.
With a gasp he let go and jumped in front of her. Sword raised, he gave a wild yell and jumped into the fray.