Trickster

The bell around her throat chimed angelically as she tilted her head back and to the side, resting her head on her shoulder. Her damp hair clung to the side of her face as she gazed at him where he sat on the other side of the room. He felt numinous looking at someone like her.
"So," she questioned, "what game are we playing this time?"

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6. 06

"You should watch your mouth."

His name was Kasey Renolds. Cora used to call him KK.  "Hey," He said, a smile making it's way shyly onto his lips. She hated it as she remembered that smile all to well. She thought she'd wiped that smile out of her mind. Apparently it was still there, lurking in the back of her mind. "Why are you here?" Cora asked. 
"I heard about your father." Great. More fake sympathy and fake smiles, "and I just wanted to say that I'm.." As Kasey talked, Cora found herself staring over her shoulder, watching a neighbors butler pull trash onto the curb for pick up in an hour or so. When she turned her attention back to Kasey, she realized that he was holding the flowers out of her. She made brief eye contact with him before taking them in her own hands. 
"Thanks," she muttered. Kasey only nodded as Cora wordlessly handed the flowers to a passing maid. White petals fluttered to the ground, like small butterflies in a field.

"Are you feeling okay?" Kasey asks.
Cora gave him a look. The one that she she used to give him from months and months before. He got that numinous feeling all over again. A chilling feeling if awe and fear that would send shivers down his spine. 
"Are you feeling okay?" Cora retorts. "You brought me flowers, and you're at my door step with the same bland 'I'm sorry for your loss' as everyone else." There it was. She let it slip, and she promised herself that she wouldn't break down in front of anyone. The last person was to be Kasey of all people. She wouldn't run into his arms.

Shit. Not again.

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