7 Marianna and him

"What do you think of this?" This human insectoid is trying to get me to talk.

"Did you insult me in your mind again!" Yes, this grown man tried to coyly accuse me of insulting him. I already told him that stupidity is contagious. I am the top sorceress. I don't need some drooling man-child trying to leech off my meals.

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"You're so cold to me Marianna. I just want to eat your food and casually tease you. What's wrong with my ambition?" "A lot."

"Explain."

"You are in hiding. I am trying to work. Although I'm thankful to you, that doesn't mean you can take advantage of me." I hate deceit. I hate what I can't see. If I can't see it, it'll hurt me again. But, he knows that. Please don't show your sincerity to me. It hurts.

"I want to make you smile. I want to protect your smile. I want to look after your soul. I want you and I wish you would want me too. I don't want you to crumble alone. If you crumble, then I'll cover for you until you build yourself up again." His eyes, usually a gentle hazel, look harsh right now. Now, they're sad. No, don't be sad. You know I can't bear it.

"Ma petite mer. Je t'aime. You may be a Queen, but I want to be your King."

That was the last thing he said to me before I went out the next day. I made a purely vegetarian dish that night. He ate it with a smile, chattered the entire time and gave me some dessert he got from the market. I didn't speak much during dinner and I didn't notice that I smiled. I didn't notice how peaceful we looked together. The next morning, I was commissioned by someone to gather, purify and deliver some herbal medicines. I thought it would just be the usual.

Me waking up when the sun rises, washing up, making breakfast and getting hit with a blown goodbye kiss from him. I should've known that it was a trick. Looking back at it now, all the signs were there. He didn't get out of bed by the time I was finished making breakfast, there were mushroom stools missing from the paths, and the entourage waiting for me seemed too uniform.

Her face twisted. She aged at least 10 years and looked like a brute. "Kill her." I blanked out when I saw her lips. Kill me? Why? I didn't get much time to ask because they rushed at me. My leg was cut and shocked my brain. My subconscious saved me and forced me to run out. If I was at home, I could activate and summon all the defenses I had there. I'd only ran halfway there when I was ambushed by another group. Hahahaha…

"Our employer needs her body. Hand her over." "Sorry, our boss wants her to stop existing."

"Outsiders have no right to deal with our employer's property."

I remember feeling aflamed. I wasn't embarrassed; I was amused at their audacity. I am Marianna. I have been the top sorceress for more than a decade according to public knowledge. Those in the thick of the action know how formidable I am. I defeated both evil and heroic groups. I've advised kingdoms in their wars securing their victory. I've defeated demons and saints. They believe I, of all people, can be treated as property? Hilarious.

I clapped my hands and when I pulled them apart, stretched out a red flame into a whip shape. "You're all out of your minds." I don't remember how long it took, but I do remember their cries and shouts. I remember how quiet it got once there were only two left. Stupid ringleaders vomited. Disgusting. Some of it got on my shoes too. Unforgivable. He made those shoes specially for me. I took them down too, but as they drew their last breath, I felt some magic power zooming towards my back. It was too late and when I turned around I saw a splash of red. I looked down and saw blue stab into my stomach region. I looked up and saw him coughing up red.

I didn't know what it was, but I saw how sad and frustrated he looked. I didn't know that the arrow pierced us both and I didn't know that we were both dying at that point. I didn't like how he looked so I hugged him closer. I didn't feel the pain from being skewered with him - I just felt how we both shivered. I liked how it felt. I liked the feeling of our bodies in our arms, and I wanted to feel more. So I pressed my lips against his with my hands holding him in place. He seemed surprised and looked so cute to me; like a puppy tilting their head to the side. So I opened up his mouth and drank his blood. It was metallic, salty, and complete. We met when I was 7.

He's younger than me by four years, but that day, he stood up for my sake without hesitation. That old woman, who raised me since I was a baby, wanted to sell off my body in pieces. Imagine the conversations I'd heard. 'Her liver is excellent for nursing one's body to full health.' 'Her legs have exquisite muscles, although they're still in their infant stage, with enough work, they'll be objects to envy.' That day she told me to go into the slaughterhouse for pigs, I slapped her and ran. I tried to hide but they sold me out. But right when I was going to be taken, a little boy who wasn't even to my waist, yelled out and grabbed my hand to run. I'll always remember how everyday was such a marvel with him and his teacher. He grew from a soft, young boy, into a tough, handsome man. His teacher aged gracefully and died peacefully. "Let's go to the marshes. Teacher left supplies there."

So we lived there together for a decade before one day he was kidnapped. I traded myself in for him, but we both suffered. He was used as a sparring dummy. I was a drug tester. I finally escaped one day after destroying that facility and he disappeared for 3 years. I searched and searched, but I didn't find him until he showed up at my door. At that point, I had already become numb from all the games people played. I asked him why he left and he just answered , "I left to untangle myself." Since that day, he would follow me around and flirt whenever he had the chance. I never reciprocated out loud, but I'd already accepted that the love of my life, my saviour, had returned to me.

It's so funny I could scream. Here we are showing off our love to our killer. Who by the way, is being a complete third-wheeler right now. Ah, I'm falling down and he's not letting go. Hssss, that arrow hurts so much. Our breathing is getting slower and slower, like we've had an ocean of wine and are drifting to sleep. Hm? I see someone. Some lady is- oh! She pimp-smacked the guy! Oh lord, if I wasn't busy kissing this fool to literal death, I would kiss her. What'd she say?