Snippet #973885

No morning was complete without breakfast, and Raziel would about die if he was unable to start his day the same way he had for over a year. It wasn’t bacon or eggs though that tickled his fancy, it was blueberry pancakes. There was just something about them that brought a smile to his face – a sort of childish glow. Although he had realized the recipe was never just right and that there was always something missing; unfortunately he could never put his finger on it. If he closed his eyes long enough however, he swore that he could almost taste the freshly picked blueberries and the syrup... oh the syrup... still swishing around in his mouth. What was that taste, that divine flavor that sent him into a uncontrollable frenzy?

Sliding the tray along, he poked his head inward and looked down the food cart curiously, and instantly something caught his eye. Oddly it wasn’t food that stole his attention, it was instead a woman’s wrist; and more in particular, what adorned her soft tan skin. It shimmered brightly, the many charms just dazzling as they hung from a small gold chain. She wore it well, but there was one charm that had Raziel literally fixated on, his gaze locked in place. It was familiar and there was just something about it that...

Old maroon tattered seats were scattered throughout the building, an old opera house that had been closed down years ago was now the home to vandals and mice. It was eerily dark except for a single small light coming from the second floor; accompanied by the hole in the roof that sent the moonlight cascading inside. Now moving up the staircase, there was a couple dining there, their meal overlooked by the stars and the midnight sky. They were still young and enjoying the many splendors that life still had to offer.

Faces were blurred, but the woman was very beautiful, a youth that would never be extinguished even with age. That night they made love for the first time, a forbidden deed that only made the act more pleasurable. Though the memory was hazy, he could see the golden trinket as clear as day – a small chain with a beautiful charm dangling from it. A man and a woman, mangled as they danced gracefully around each other.

Swiftly cutting in line, he snatched Quintessence's wrist lightly and stared at it with an empty expression. Now rudely standing in between her and Sophie, he looked up to the woman's eyes and cocked his head to the side in question. Eyes narrowed, he was searching for answers and completely speechless. "Bracelet..." He murmured as if having just seen one for the first time. Shaking his head, he quickly grabbed his tray and walked away, dazed from the unusual encounter he just had. Battling with his thoughts, it wasn't long until he tripped, dropping the tray on the floor and landing in a sticky mess - syrup painting his face.