Chaos

Her smile only

"Do you like it?" Lucille bounced in excitement after I opened the gift she'd given me. The packaging was a smooth black box and shiny black ribbon. She'd just handed it to me after I cleaned up from another encounter with Runaways.

I raised the light-weight dagger up to the ceiling, inspecting its sharpness and observing the shimmering, almost white, stone glint in the overhead lights. If I could recall correctly, this particular stone, with its ultramarine blue tint bursting from its center into baby blue pools and pearlescent hue, would've been identified as a moonstone. It looked as if winter itself was encase in this thumb-sized teardrop. The handle was covered in white velvet and its delicate double quillion dressed in silver, or steel, merging smoothly into the blade itself.

As magnificent as it was, this was a decorative dagger, not worth fighting with. However, from the way Lucille's gaze flitted from mine to the blade, she was expecting resounding approval from me. I gave her a slight smile, which made her eyes light up in joy. This was the first time I've ever received a gift but there wasn't any particular occasion that warranted it.

"So you do like it?"
"Yes, I love it", I said bleakly, taking the dagger and placing it in a cupboard Lucille also delivered here. She had apparently caught onto my attraction to daggers and decided I should start a collection. I didn't see a problem in collecting weapons, so I agreed, but I didn't expect her to go all out. The dagger was proudly displayed underneath LED lighting lining the top of the shelf, hanging by its quillion. I closed and locked the glass door, suddenly being caught by Lucille's arms.

I wondered how much all of this costed and what wages she acquired in her current position.

"I'm glad you love it", she said softly against the nape of my neck. I thought her feelings were genuine and livelier than my own and worried that I wouldn't seem as sincere to her.

Maybe Lucille would grow tired of me eventually, being as dull and lifeless as I am, but she stuck by me. I suppose it was because I was the unmoving tranquility she could fall back on when things became unpredictable and chaotic, which is quite ironic.

I lifted her into my arms, cradling her like a princess as I carried her to the bedroom upstairs. The staircase led into a short hallway with three doors: One is a storage room, all the way at the end of the left wall; a guest bedroom right in front of the staircase; finally, our bedroom at the other end of the hallway.

I opened it with my free hand and we collapsed onto the bed, myself on top of her. Lucille held my face in her warm hands and I buried my face in her beautiful black locks, trailing soft kisses down her neck and shoulders. I knew she loved it when I did that.

"Chaos?"
"Mhm..."
"Can we play a game?"
"A game? Aren't we a little too old to play games?" I leant away from her skin and closely hovered her face.

"Well, you're pretty old, but i'm still a boisterous young lady", Lucille glowed proudly. She spoke that last part in a posh accent, reminding me of the 19th century women I came across in my escapade. I smiled at her attempt, even though it was a painful memory. She was perfect the way she was.

"What do you want to play?"
"Twenty questions", she said quickly, searching my eyes nervously.
"That sounds less like game and more like a interrogation", I deadpanned.
"Well if you don't want to-"
"Let's play", I interrupted. As my mate, she had a right to know about me and I trusted Lucille the most. I pressed my cold cheek to hers, my lips against her earlobe.

"What are you doing?" she asked curiously. I could feel her heart rate rising as my chest was pinned against her own. Everything about her seemed so soft and precious, it was nice to know I had some affect on her too.