ifeelsodirty

Alternatively titled: Time Flies When You're Feeling Comfy

The smell’s been growing for a while now. Can’t place what it is though. I sniff the air again.

“It’s lavender dear. And a hint of rosemary I do believe.”

I look over at Lilith. Luckily, she gives into my puzzled look and explains further.

“Well you are probably starting to smell a little.”

“I don’t smell!” I’m rather insulted by that remark.

“Well your corpse does. I do imagine the flies could be starting to settle if you’re unlucky” Lilith says it so nonchalantly. It makes me shudder. I suppose being a goddess means that nothing fazes you, but still, a little tact wouldn’t go amiss. Someone might think she was associated with Might at this rate. Now I’m really, really hoping she doesn’t know what I’m thinking.

All of a sudden, I’m hit on the forehead. That really hurt. Wait, was that a teaspoon? Ow.

“The answer is yes.”

Oops.

Although now I’m torn. Should I be embarrassed? Angry? Worried? I mean this surely constitutes a huge invasion of my privacy. That’s surely not very Freedom like, right? Knowing all my deepest thoughts like that’s not very fair. Oh, there’s the embarrassment coming in.

“Oh relax, it’s not like that. How else do you think I’m able to tell when you need my help? It’s only a vague feeling anyway. Besides, you don’t even think anything that embarrassing, at least not without prompting. Trying to live up to the name, I suppose. Pity.”

“Right.” Still not feeling entirely comforted, I think it’s probably time I left her company for now. I start to head upstairs.

“Going to bed? You do realise you’re not tired?” Lilith asks, in an amused tone.

“Beds are for more than sleeping.” To that, Lilith smirks and then all of a sudden, she frowns. I’m not quite sure what she’s thinking, but never mind. I can hazard a guess, and she must be disappointed. I leave regardless.

Upstairs, I enter what is, or used to be, or... I’m confusing myself now. It’s my bedroom, at least for now it is. I curl up on the bed. The sheets are so soft, and the pillow is firm and supportive. I’d say this is heaven, but I think it’s a little late for that one. Despite not feeling tired, I let my eyes close, and I doze, lightly, for a little while, further carried by the smell of lavender. However, soon I’m roused by the sound of talking downstairs. I call down to Lilith.

“Is someone else here?”

“Not really. Not yet anyway.”

I shake my head and return to bed, drifting off again. Soon again I am disturbed by talking, but it’s not from downstairs. I can’t really tell where it’s coming from. It’s very muffled though, I can’t really make anything out, even though I’m straining to listen to it.

Sorry, Lilium...

That’s Isador’s voice! He must be talking to nothing again. Well not nothing. It’s always admirable how he talks with the firm belief that someone’s listening. Although it’s annoying that I really can’t hear anything he’s saying! There’s more muffled noise, I swear I can make out Rose’s voice together, but it sounds like it’s not part of the same thing and I am growing more frustrated by the minute, until I hear:

Sorry if I woke you up. Goodnight.

I sigh. I’m sure it was a very interesting conversation or two as well. Ah well. We’ll be able to talk when I get back, I’m sure. Still, it’s nice to be remembered, and I happily try to drift off again, hopefully more successful this time.

There’s a knock at the door.

Who’s knocking on th-

No, no I won’t bloody bite. I won’t go look, I don’t care, I just want to relax here a little. Is that too much to ask?

There’s another knock.

Apparently so. Go away!

I pull the pillow over my head. Where’s Lilith anyway?

I hear the door open and a voice call:

“Hello? I’m from the temple of Justice... may I come in?”

A little late wouldn’t you think so sir? I can hear him looking around downstairs. Oh dear, now he’s coming up. The door opens, there’s a pause and then it shuts again, very quickly. The guy knocks at the door.

“Um... May I come in?” He sounds flustered. Quite rightly too, barging into a girl’s room like that. Should be ashamed of himself. I groan in annoyance. He seems to have taken that as yes.

“Miss... Lilium, isn’t it? I think it’s time to leave here now.”

Can I just pretend not to hear him?

“We have to go now.”

I keep getting more and more annoyed. At this point it’s hard to tell why.

“But it’s comfy here.” I grit out. Just a few minutes please. Please?

“Yes, I know it’s comfy. We still have to leave.”

“That means leaving this bed.”

“There are plenty of other ones.”

“Yes, but this one only exists here now.”

“Oh for the love of-. I’m telling you we’re going now.”

I feel a little something... snap in the back of my mind. I just sit up and glare at the man, fully determined not to leave this spot. The man backs off for a second, before he starts up again.

“Look, either we go now, or I leave you here okay?”

I stay perfectly still.

“Fine, I’ll just go back and tell your friends to go away.”

Damn it.

I stand up and sigh.

“That’s better.” And he leads out. Smug, arrogant, bloody prick. I fume, following behind. As we pass the table Lilith and I had tea at earlier, the thrown teaspoon glint mischievously at me.

“Just a little tip.” I hear whispered to me. I smile and pick the teaspoon up and finally I make my exit.