Uncalled for reunion

After an embarrassingly long time enjoying my newfound cloak I grab the hanger and start making my way back towards the light.

I know exactly who got inside and placed the cloak there, it would be hard not to. But knowing did not make this any easier, Olan had warned me that she, it, is not normal and that I should avoid it.

He told me to ignore it if anything happened, to not even think about it, but then again what's the worst that could happen.

With a slow unhurried pace, I place the hanger next to the bed, where it originally was then hang my cloak on it. For but a moment I want to put it on but I decide against it, it is not time yet.

After arranging the cloak nicely I turn around and walk back to my desk. As of right now, nothing strange happened, well if I don't count the cloak appearing in a closed room.

Taking a seat I cross my arms and think, is it worth doing it, what will I get from it, is it a smart move?

The answer to those questions were as follows, no, nothing, and don't be stupid obviously not, but that truly is not enough to stop me.

Feeling my dry lips I can't help but get even more nervous, I had decided to do it, but second thoughts were assaulting me. Taking a deep breath I place my hands on the table and open my mouth to speak.

At first, nothing came out, but after a few seconds, I speak the word that Olan warned me not to.

''Justine?''. Nothing, the crackle of the fire is all that filled the room.

I try again, telling myself it would be the last time. ''Justine, I know it's you''. Still nothing, but I promised it would be the last time, so I won't speak her name anymore.

''I know you're here, would you please come out?''. As if responding to my plea the foreboding feeling I had got stronger. I really don't think this is a good idea, it's screaming at me, I can hear it perfectly saying, screaming at me that 'Something wicked this way comes'.

Waiting in silence for a few minutes the hope I had vanished and a feeling of dissatisfaction took its place. In a less than friendly voice, I say for the last time.

''Fine then, so be it, I am done with this''. There is no reason for me to bother, Olan told me it's dangerous, why would I stick my head out like that, just leave it be Caspian, it is truly not worth it.

With a swift movement, I get out of my chair and walk, or more like stomp toward the fire, once there I grab some firewood and throw it inside. The impact causes sparks to fly around the room.

Satisfied by the pointless act of violence I turn back around towards my desk, it is time to prepare for tomorrow. Only what I saw there left me speechless, on my desk sat a beauty, one I remembered very well, she sat there with her long legs crossed, there were important papers being crushed under her weight, I did not even care.

She had long black hair made into a braid that fell over her shoulder covering her chest, her clothes were the very same black and brown traveling gear that showed no sign of use, and her eyes that reminded me of rusted corrugated iron were staring right at me.

I froze under her gaze, my throat was dry and my body stiff, a strange feeling went up and down my spine.

I wanted to say something but nothing came out, she actually came after I called her, was she in here all this time, or did she somehow hear me and just appear.

Cutting my thoughts short she said. ''Good evening Caspian, you seem angry, did something happen?''. I wonder.

Hearing her words I manage to relax. ''Good evening to you too''. Slowly I start walking back towards my seat, it's not because I want to get closer to her or anything.

''Nothing happened''. I say curtly, I don't want to lie to her for some reason so ill try to keep the flamboyant speech to a minimum.

As I walk past the table her eyes never leave me, taking a seat I have a beautiful view of her figure against the light of the fire. Sadly I do not get to enjoy it for long as she unfurls her legs and stands up from the table, crumpled paper was left behind where she sat, I stared at it for a few moments, I swear I stared at the paper, not at anything else.

''Are you sure nothing happened Caspian, you don't seem happy to see me''. Hearing her words my eyes widen and I panic for some reason.

''No!''. Calm down that came out wrong, I cough lightly before continuing. ''I am very happy to see you, it has been a while and you surprised me, that's all''.

She takes a step to the left. ''I see, then why are you looking for me Caspian''. Why were you in my house lady.

''I, well, you came by and left the cloak here''. She nods. a small smile growing on her face. I continue.

''And I thought that maybe you were still around''. Very smooth me, why is talking with her so hard, I swear I talked with that harlot very easily.

My table was large, large enough for me to lay down on it and roll several times without falling down, about that big, so there was plenty of space for her to walk around the table to right next to me and once again take a seat, this time with her legs well within my reach.

Gazing at her as she sat down, I can't help but notice the documents underneath, those were really important, but oh well, who cares.

Being so close to each other I can't help but take in her citrus scent, it makes me a bit dizzy, for no reason whatsoever.

With a small smile on her face, she says. ''So Caspian, what have you been up to lately?''. I exploit people for a living.

''Nothing much, I do not mean to brag but things have been going very well for me''. I say to her with pride, a little bragging never hurts.

''Have they now, I'm glad''. I swallow as I listen to her speak, my throat feels unnaturally dry.

As I look into her eyes I continue.

''How about you, how have you been''. For some reason my words make her smile go away and cause her brows to frown in obvious displeasure, as I see this my heartrate quickens.

''Caspian, enough is enough, why are you not calling me by my name, last time we talked you insisted...''. She stops there even though she had more to say and I am left a bit dazed.

So she noticed, it's all Olan's fault, telling me to never speak her name, he just instilled fear into me, that's right it's all his fault, damn it, he made her sad, see how I deal with you later.

Out of instinct I reach out towards her and grasp her hand. She has very small, soft, and pretty hands, I can't help but squeeze repeatedly trying to feel the texture.

''Justine''. I say, a tingle going down my back.

''How have you been Justine, I missed you, truly''.

Hearing my words her frown gets replaced by a beautiful smile, the hand that I grasped previously showed no sign of trying to escape but it also did not reciprocate my movements, yet now, her small palm moved and rubbed against my own larger hand.

She truly was soft.