*A quick author's note: I am currently being evicted from my home. I'm attempting to find a new place before I'm on the street. Uploaded might be a little less for the time being! Much love*
A clap of thunder, hint of lightning, downpour of rain. Loveall's eyes flickered open to the sounds that collided out the window. For a few heartbeats he found himself confused until it all dawned back on him.
Rider
Sitting up, Love was hit with a bolt of pain from the middle of his forehead down to his spine. Letting out a sharp hiss, Loveall rolled his fingers through his hair. Taking in a few deep breaths. He patted down his pants, searching for his medicine, but it couldn't be found. With a quick survey of the room, it dawned on him that he was in Kindling's bed.
"Rider?" He whispered, as Loveall took a step down to the floor, he was aware of the universe's energy. It floated against his fingertips like water, pushing him forward. His third eye flickered open, lighting the world in front of him. Stepping out of the room, Loveall walked down the small hallway and into the living area.
The sounds of soft snoring made the anxiety in his heart settle. Rider, is safe. Loveall glanced down at Kindling from the back of the couch, keeping the light from his third eyes to the side as he did so.
"Rider," Loveall murmured, placing a hand on the other's chest and shaking him lightly, "Rider, are you alive?"
"What?" Kindling groaned, rolling to the side, "Love, m sleep. Go away." he grumbled before the snorting started up again.
"What do you need?"
The voice startled Loveall who turned with breakneck speed to the sound, Dolly waved a hand at him. Their eyes unblinking.
***
I jumped at the sound of smashing glass.
"Oops," Loveall's voice made me turn to the kitchen to find both Love and Dolly staring at me with wide eyes.
"What did you break?" I asked with a yawn, Loveall chuckled nervously and leaned down to pick up the pieces.
"Just a plate," He said
"Morning sleeping beauty," Doll laughed.
"What's the gender today?" I asked them as I stood up to stretch, letting out a groan of agony. My body was sore.
"Male!" Doll called back as I stumbled my way towards the two. They were cooking eggs and pancakes on my tiny stove. I was suddenly aware of how hungry I was.
"Got it, so two annoying boys dirtying my house? Exactly what I wanted after getting my ass kicked yesterday and my sister evaporated." I tried to sound irritated, but the excitement in me over the idea of pancakes made the rage falter.
"We made you…crêpes?" Loveall glanced to Doll, who gave a nod.
"Fresh ones!" Doll said.
"I don't care what they are, I just-"
A knock at the door caused the words to die in my throat. My stomach twisted with anxiety as we all shared a fearful look.
"Who is it?" I called out but no answer, Doll shook his head. Ripping his arm off and tossed it at the door. The hand caught the knob and twisted. There, Standing in the doorway, was Desmond.