((I'm not entirely sure how you guys deal with this here but... Possible TW: Suffocation))
It was a beautiful night. The moon had never been a favorite view of hers, preferring the warmth of the sun, but despite the chill it was quite lovely. Perhaps she would go home and make a nice cup of tea, something spicy to go with her mood. She had a new blend of chai she’d been meaning to try, and a friend of hers had recommended using spiced milk in it for an extra kick which sounded perfect.
She shifted her position slightly and through the thin curtains caught a glimpse of a couple laughing, walking hand in hand down the street. It was so nice to see people happy. She let her mind wander and started making up stories about the pair while she worked. They had met when they ran into each other in the streets of Ul’dah. She had been chasing a dog and he had been reading a book and they’d fallen in love at first sight. They’d become bonded in the middle of winter, their ceremony surrounded by snow. They had a child a year later and he was a handful. He liked frogs and cheese and pancakes and... Miko sat up slightly and wondered why she had just made the couple's imaginary child a young male version of herself. She grunted as something hit her side and leaned forward again, putting more weight on her hands. Maybe she was projecting her desire for a family on this poor anonymous couple who had been walking by. She knew she had family issues, she had worked that out in her own mind while eating a bowl of soup one day, but she wasn’t used to so obviously putting herself in her own daydreams. Though it was night time, she reminded herself. Does that mean it was night dreaming? She wasn’t asleep however. What would one call a daydream at night? Perhaps she could give it a fun name like a dazzle, or an evening… something. She’d have to ponder that issue when she got home and settled down with her tea. Perhaps she’d also make a cake. She put more weight into her knee, leaning over a bit more for balance and tightening her grip. Miko had never been fond of sweets but recent events had made her reconsider that particular aversion, and she did like strawberries. She blushed at that quick flash of memory and glanced back out the window, curtains softly swaying in the night breeze. She had some new fruit from the market in her sack on her chocobo outside, she could likely make something with that. One of her friends would need to teach her how to bake however.
Her job finally done, she looked down at the now lifeless body beneath her. She removed the pillow from her target's face and gave him a quick pat on the head.
“I’m sorry. That was likely unpleasant, but I was told you weren’t a very nice man and did bad things to children.â€
She’d leave the window open and let the cool air in so when his housekeeper found him in the morning he wouldn’t stink. With a slight frown, she pried the man’s mouth open and removed the feathers that had stuck in his teeth when he’d bit the pillow covering his face. The pillow was shoved in her bag along with a mental note that she'd need and new one now, and a single silver painted gil was placed on the man's tongue. Silver's stupid, pointless calling card.Scanning the room to make sure she did not leave any sign of her visit other than the man's current state, Miko climbed back out the window and skipped over to her waiting mount. Now she could go home to her tea and cakes, and debate on what a waking dream at night would be called. It really was a beautiful evening.
It was a beautiful night. The moon had never been a favorite view of hers, preferring the warmth of the sun, but despite the chill it was quite lovely. Perhaps she would go home and make a nice cup of tea, something spicy to go with her mood. She had a new blend of chai she’d been meaning to try, and a friend of hers had recommended using spiced milk in it for an extra kick which sounded perfect.
She shifted her position slightly and through the thin curtains caught a glimpse of a couple laughing, walking hand in hand down the street. It was so nice to see people happy. She let her mind wander and started making up stories about the pair while she worked. They had met when they ran into each other in the streets of Ul’dah. She had been chasing a dog and he had been reading a book and they’d fallen in love at first sight. They’d become bonded in the middle of winter, their ceremony surrounded by snow. They had a child a year later and he was a handful. He liked frogs and cheese and pancakes and... Miko sat up slightly and wondered why she had just made the couple's imaginary child a young male version of herself. She grunted as something hit her side and leaned forward again, putting more weight on her hands. Maybe she was projecting her desire for a family on this poor anonymous couple who had been walking by. She knew she had family issues, she had worked that out in her own mind while eating a bowl of soup one day, but she wasn’t used to so obviously putting herself in her own daydreams. Though it was night time, she reminded herself. Does that mean it was night dreaming? She wasn’t asleep however. What would one call a daydream at night? Perhaps she could give it a fun name like a dazzle, or an evening… something. She’d have to ponder that issue when she got home and settled down with her tea. Perhaps she’d also make a cake. She put more weight into her knee, leaning over a bit more for balance and tightening her grip. Miko had never been fond of sweets but recent events had made her reconsider that particular aversion, and she did like strawberries. She blushed at that quick flash of memory and glanced back out the window, curtains softly swaying in the night breeze. She had some new fruit from the market in her sack on her chocobo outside, she could likely make something with that. One of her friends would need to teach her how to bake however.
Her job finally done, she looked down at the now lifeless body beneath her. She removed the pillow from her target's face and gave him a quick pat on the head.
“I’m sorry. That was likely unpleasant, but I was told you weren’t a very nice man and did bad things to children.â€
She’d leave the window open and let the cool air in so when his housekeeper found him in the morning he wouldn’t stink. With a slight frown, she pried the man’s mouth open and removed the feathers that had stuck in his teeth when he’d bit the pillow covering his face. The pillow was shoved in her bag along with a mental note that she'd need and new one now, and a single silver painted gil was placed on the man's tongue. Silver's stupid, pointless calling card.Scanning the room to make sure she did not leave any sign of her visit other than the man's current state, Miko climbed back out the window and skipped over to her waiting mount. Now she could go home to her tea and cakes, and debate on what a waking dream at night would be called. It really was a beautiful evening.