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mykingdomforapen:

mykingdomforapen:

When you start thinking what if you stopped being friends with that person and not feel any bit of remorse, there was probably never a friendship in the first place.

When you start thinking about what if you started being friends with that person again and all the bad memories come back before the good, it’s a sign that you’re better off without that person in your life. ♥

Thomas woke up earlier than usual that day.  Normally he’d stay in bed, waiting for Rebeka to stop cuddling him and start her work day, but he had fired her the day before.  She didn’t do anything wrong; none of the women ever did anything wrong.  He grew tired of them quickly.  The inn was just a front, and he didn’t really need any help keeping it cleaned or feeding its average of 4 guests per week.  He only hired housekeepers for their company.  He only hired females who were in their 30’s, single, and very attractive. 

            Rebeka was the youngest so far.  At 32 years old, she was already a widow.  Her husband was an adventurer who traveled the world regularly and was rarely home.  His last trip was to a dense jungle in Westbummer; he encountered a particularly dangerous group of monkeys and was killed while trying to take pictures of them.  Rebeka had shoulder length strawberry-blonde hair, and a slim figure.  She was probably Thomas’s favourite of them all.  Her eagerness to please trumped her inability to make a good dinner.  She was, however, the least adventurous in bed, and always had to be told what to do.  In the beginning, Thomas enjoyed that.  He was the sort of man that loved being in control of every situation.  After a while he missed having someone around that knew what she was doing.  Someone with her own opinions about certain things. 

            After making sure breakfast was cooked and ready for the only guest to check in that week, Thomas walked to the accessories shop to buy some loose parts for his machines.  His workshop was in the attic of the inn he inherited from his parents.  No-one but Thomas was allowed in the room,as he found that most people were untrustworthy.

            On his way to the shop, he spotted a young woman reading a book and walking in his direction. 

            “Good day, Madam,” Thomas removed his hat and bowed slightly.  The woman looked up at him and offered a tiny smile. 

            “Good day to you, Sir.  But you must know I’m more of Miss than a Madam,” her deep gray eyes twinkled a bit and she winked.  Thomas took in the girl’s appearance: her long, dark hair hung straight past her shoulders to the middle of her back and she wore a light blue dress with brown boots.  She was a different kind of beautiful.  Thomas was used to older women who were desperate for attention from men, and dressed the part.  This girl was dressed modestly, but in a way that complimented her body type. 

            “Well, I must be getting on to work now.  Maybe we’ll cross paths again?” she nodded and turned to walk away.

            “Wait, Miss…are you in a hurry for some reason?  I’m sure your friend can wait just a few more moments,” Thomas smiled more broadly and the girl laughed at him.

            “I don’t have a friend.  And I am terribly busy, I’m afraid…I have to get to work soon or my boss will have my head!”

            “To work?  I have been looking for a housekeeper for my inn.  Whatever your boss is paying you, I’m sure I could double it,” he offered.  He eyed her chest and his gaze moved down to her waist, then  followed the length of her skirt. 

            “I’m sorry, but I’ll have to pass on your generous offer.  I quite like working for my boss.  She pays me well enough already, but thank you anyway,” Thomas watched the girl walk away from him, noting the way her hips moved.

            In the shop, Thomas told Atmus about the girl.  Atmus listened as he gathered loose parts from various bins behind the counter and placed them into a big sack for Thomas.  Atmus had been running the accessories shop for almost 20 years.  He started it when he decided to retire from adventuring and start inventing things for other adventurers to use.  A patient man, he was the perfect companion for Thomas, a rash and sometimes indecisive young man who hated waiting for anything. 

            “Yes, I believe I know this girl you’re talking about,” Atmus began.  Thomas put down the goggles he was inspecting and leaned over the counter to listen to Atmus speak.

            “She left just a few moments before you came in here.  I think she said her name was Shina…ah, here’s her request card.  ‘Shina Pescali’, what a interesting name.  I asked her where she was from and she just laughed and said she was late for work.  Whatever happened to the days when women were more demure and polite?” Atmus’s laugh came from deep within him and he set the large sack on the counter and pushed it toward Thomas.  Thomas shouldered the bag and thanked Atmus for the parts. 

            Thomas accepted payment for another night’s stay from his guest, then went upstairs to his workshop.  He couldn’t concentrate; the girl invaded all of his thoughts.  How could he lose focus after a conversation that lasted only a minute?  She was much too young for him.  He preferred older women because they were easier to get into bed, as their standards for men were lower and they were anxious to settle down.  Thomas was in no particular rush to start a family.  It seemed as if his family was cursed.  Every other generation had a male who died shortly after having a son.  His grandfather died at age 27, a mere 3 months after the birth of his son.  Thomas was named after the man, who at a young age became the nation’s top researcher and professor of world geography. 

            Thomas sat back in his favourite armchair and closed his eyes.  He allowed himself to picture the girl in his mind fully.  Shina Pescali.  Long, dark hair.  A small waist beneath a long blue dress that covered her subtle curves.  What was it about this girl that bothered him so?  No other woman affected him this deeply.  Was it her coy smile?  The way her deep gray eyes seemed to bore into his mind, able to seek out his true intentions behind stopping her to talk?  She looked directly at him, and there was no hesitation in her voice.  Shina Pescali, the name sounded vaguely familiar to him, but Thomas couldn’t figure out why.  Her coffee-coloured skin presented a nice contrast to her lighter clothing, but was attractive nonetheless. 

            Why was she so different, and yet so familiar?  Thomas was sure he had not met her before, he could remember every woman he had ever encountered.  So far there had been 15 over the past 2 years. 

            2 years ago, Thomas’s parents had a mid-life crisis and moved to Easternborg.  It was their last travel permit, so they weren’t able to return to Westernborg.  Thomas was left to run the inn and hired his first housekeeper, Helen.  She was 34, and only took the job to get closer to Thomas.  She flirted with him daily, but for the first few months he ignored her advances.  Thomas was more interested in tinkering back then.  He changed his mind after walking in on Helen during her morning bath one day.  She invited him to help her wash her back, and they went to bed together that same night.  A few weeks later, Thomas realized that the woman was eager to marry him and bear him a child.  Helen was fired and replaced just a few days later. 

            Thomas thought more about Shina.  She wasn’t the least bit interested in him, and that made Thomas want to pursue her further.  He took out a large book full of orders for his grandfather’s old lectures recorded on audiograms.  Thomas made several copies of the lessons and sold them to keep the inn going and in the hopes that someone, somewhere would know about the curious machine his grandfather spoke of in his last recorded lecture. 

            Thumbing through the pages absently, he saw what he didn’t even know what he was looking for: Shina  Pescali.  She ordered every lesson the elder Thomas recorded.  Thomas noted the total, and realized his previous offer to pay her twice her current salary was foolish.  Over 10 million credits spent on audiograms alone.  What else did she like to buy?  Thomas  wrote her address down and closed the book slowly.  He wondered what his next move should be.  If he wroter her a letter, it could easily be ignored.  If he showed up at her home, she would think of him as desperate and further avoid him.  He decided to find out where she worked and stop by, under the guise of taking a leisurely stroll. 

            What am I doing? he asked himself.  Why do I even care?  Because she didn’t immediately fall to her knees in front of me?  Because she rejected me?  Thomas had never been told no before.  A handsome young man with charisma that can’t be ignored, he found that he could have anyone he wanted with very little effort, but this time was different.  It was as if Shina looked through him, like she could see him for what he really was and decided her time was better spent elsewhere.  And what was Thomas?  He thought of himself as a young man with normal, healthy desires.  He never did anything rude or forced people to do things for him.  He was a self-professed ladies’ man, although he never felt had any real feelings for any of them.  As shallow as he was smart, once the novelty of a new relationship wore off, he let another housekeeper go. 

            Thomas glanced at the clock and was surprised to see that it was almost time for dinner.  He walked back down to the kitchen and began cooking for the guest and himself.  Tomorrow, he thought.  Tomorrow I’ll ask Atmus if he knows anything more about Miss Pescali.  At the very least, she’ll come back to the shop to pick up her order.  I don’t know why, but I have to know why she’s not like the others.  I have to know how to get her.  

(Source: overthewhoreizon, via umbraserpens)