Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2017 20:02:49 GMT
((how Cindy looked when Omar met her))
“Davie, I don’t get it; why the hell rename yourself Joseph Korso, get a law degree and seek me out in Bellerouge? It’s peaceful. It doesn’t need your kind of chaos” Davie “Korso” hooked his fingers into his pants and gave his servant an ‘are you serious’ look before smirking.
“I’ve turned a new leaf. Decided causing mischief is boring. I wanna help people!” Omar gave him a disbelieving look before shaking his head. Unseelie didn’t just decide ‘I wanna help people’ they always had a price. Omar knew this better than anyone. He’d been a manservant and practical slave at times because of one life-debt. And because he was immortal, that debt was going to last a very long time. All he could do was take a break every few centuries and live a small illusion that was his own life.
Davie began shooing Omar down the street. “If you’ll excuse me. I have people to meet and you have corners to play music at”
“This conversation isn’t over Davie-oh, excuse me, Korso” Omar picked up his battered guitar case and hoofed it for the park. He played there in his free time when he wasn’t working at the docks. It gave people enjoyment and if they wanted they could toss some money into his old guitar case. It worked for everyone.
”.... Mais je n'ai qu'un cœur en guenille,
Et deux mains tendues de brindilles.
Une voix que le vent chasse au matin.
Mais si nos mains nues se rassemblent,
Nos millions de cœurs ensembles.
Si nos voix s'unissaient,
Quels hivers y résisteraient ?
Un monde fort, une terre âme sœur,
Nous bâtirons dans ces cendres
Peu à peu, miette à miette,
goutte à goutte et cœur à cœur.
Peu à peu, miette à miette,
goutte à goutte et cœur à cœur....”
A thud as Omar finished his song and he looked in his case, eyebrows going into his hairline at the huge handful of coins and crumpled bills. He looked up at the guy who had tossed the wad in. The guy was a huge brute of a man with slicked back hair that was graying at the temples. He stared down at Omar as if the troll were nothing but a bug. “Will you pack up and go home now, if you have enough money?”
Omar’s lips thinned and he scooped up the wad and handed it back to the man. “I’ll leave if you do, asswipe” he said cheerfully and the man’s eyes widened in shock.
“Why you little-”
“Boys, boys, you’re both pretty” Cut in a voice as slender arms shoved Omar and the human apart. Omar hadn’t even realized he’d stood up and had been standing chest to chest with the guy. He’d been too focused on rage.
Omar looked over at the female voice and saw a dirty blond with tattoos on her arms and a blue streak in her hair. She also had the prettiest eyes. Omar blinked his acid green eyes at her stupidly, then got his bearings and pointed at the man.
“He was insulting my music. So I treated him like the age he was acting. A child” a large hand came up and whacked him over the head so hard Omar fell to his side beside his guitar case and saw stars for a good thirty seconds. By the time he got his bearings back the pretty punk girl and the older gentleman were walking away, together. He sighed. The pretty ones always went for the jerks.
~*~
“Yo Garrett, hit me with a Grateful Dead. Actually, make that three” Garrett gave Omar a look but did as he said with a shrug.
“Those were always my favorite” came a female, and very familiar, voice. Omar glanced over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow and a half smile.
“Oh yea? Would you care to join me then?” her big brute was nowhere in sight. Omar figured he was safe. The woman crinkled her nose in a snorting laugh and her smile dimpled. Omar immediately loved that smile. She held up a serving tray.
“I’ve got a shift right now but...join me for karaoke later? It opens in an hour and I’ll be off then” Omar gave a slow smile and nodded.
“I suppose this is an apology for earlier, then?”
“You can take it as one. So what do you say?”
“I’d love to, uh...”
“Cindy Ellen. But everyone calls me Cindy”
“Omar. Pleasure, Cindy” she gave a little wave and he nodded as she hurried off to take orders.
Well then. This got more interesting. Probably more dangerous too.
~*~
They had maybe a good half hour of karaoke and the crowd loving them when Cindy’s phone beeped. She took it and looked at the screen before sighing. “I have to go. My...Clayton is waiting outside. He always walks me home” She gave Omar a regretful look before hurrying toward the door. Omar raised his eyes to the heavens and cursed his luck for landing him with a girl with a violent boyfriend. Because he could only guess who Clayton was. Brat from the park most likely.
Omar waited a few minutes before heading home himself, stuffing his hands in his pockets and thinking about Cindy. She was nice, kind and funny. Everything Omar was pretty sure Clayton was not. It wasn’t his business though. For all he knew she wasn’t interested in Other guys. He was talking about a normal human woman after all. He could be a friend if she wanted someone to do karaoke with, he decided. Getting involved in an established relationship wasn’t his thing.
~*~
It was maybe a year later and Omar had the distinct feeling Cindy was hiding more than she was letting on. Omar rarely spoke to her boyfriend but the animosity was evident and Cindy kept them apart with a cheerful smile. In fact, he rarely saw her with anything but a cheerful smile. She was chipper and happy and pragmatic. But sometimes, Omar wondered. She’d deny crying when her cheeks were puffy and red but he could almost smell the tears. He just hoped it wasn’t because of Clayton or they’d have a problem.
Because though he wouldn’t touch her, Omar had fallen for Cindy Ellen.
“Omar! Omar guess what? Clayton got us tickets to the LaFayette masquerade ball!” Omar grinned, infected by Cindy’s enthusiasm.
“Nice! what are you going to wear?” he enthused and Cindy beamed at him. She talked happily while he looked over her shoulder at Clayton. Clayton folded his arms and glared at Omar and Omar rolled his eyes and turned back to Cindy, who was describing in detail a pink prom dress she had bought on sale. He smiled faintly. It was going to clash terribly with the blue in her hair, but maybe that was the point. She was funny that way sometimes. Probably was going to wear her clunky boots, too. She’d stand out like a sore thumb and she’d love every second.
It was when she was off walking in the park did Clayton make his move.
“Remember, she’s mine troll” he said while scratching his chin. Omar snorted.
“She’s my best friend. I’ll keep it that way, thanks” he gave an exaggerated bow and turned away.
“Keep it that way or you’ll be sorry, troll”
“I’m sorry, was that a threat?”
“A promise”
~*~
“Omar come quick! Clayton’s gone crazy and he has a gun!”
“Cindy, hide, I’ll come get you”
Omar grabbed his jacket, his electric guitar and stormed out the door, ready to do some damage. Clayton was going to get it good.
Omar fished the extra key Cindy had given him the one time he was supposed to petsit Clayton’s cat Lucifer, the meanest animal Omar had ever met in his life, while he and Cindy had gone on a camping trip. She’d never asked for it back and he was glad he’d kept it. Omar opened the door with his guitar raised over his head. In the living room there was Clayton holding a struggling Cindy by one arm and aiming a gun at her head with his other hand.
“Clayton! Let Cindy Ellen go! Come on man, you don’t want to hurt her”
He had to reason with him, get him to let her go. Or they’d both regret what happened next. Clayton turned crazed eyes on Omar and snarled at him.
“Look Cindy, it’s your filthy forest lover” Omar bit back a retort to that comment. Now was not the time.
“Clayton, chum, you know I’d never touch your girlfriend” Omar gingerly walked into the room and walked towards Cindy and Clayton. Clayton was a head and a half taller than Omar, and brawnier, but Omar could maybe catch him off guard and smack the gun out of his hand.
“I quite frankly don’t believe you. Others are always taking what isn’t theirs .Trolls are always making off with lovely maidens in the stories”
“I’m not a normal troll. I don’t try to break up established relationships, not my style. Come on man, put down the gun. You really don’t want to hurt anyone”
Clayton leveled Omar with a calm if unhinged look.
“That’s the thing troll. I actually really, really do”
Omar sprang into action and leaped at Clayton as Clayton swung the gun back to face Cindy. Omar rammed into Clayton’s side with his shoulder, causing the bigger man to stumble a few steps and drop the gun. “Cindy run!” Omar shouted, and the blond wasted no time getting to her feet and dashing towards the apartment door.
Clayton regained himself and glared hatefully at Omar. Omar stared him down, holding his guitar like a battle ax. Heh, he might need to get his old ax out of storage, might be a cool talking point...not the time for that thought. Clayton charged at Omar and Omar swung his guitar at Clayton, smashing the guitar down over his head. He broke the guitar but he dropped Clayton.
Omar touched the man’s pulse. He was still alive, surprisingly. But then again, Omar had always thought he was more bone than brain. Omar looked around the apartment for something to hold Clayton in case he woke up from his little nap, and finally decided on camping rope. He tied him in a double sailor’s knot and called it good.
It was then that the police came in. Omar nodded at them. “Officers, evening. A little late to the party but you can help me get this piece of work where he needs to go. I will be glad to issue my statement later”
He walked out of the apartment, down a few doors and sank down to his knees with his arms around himself. Suddenly absolutely terrified. It took several minutes and a cop to talk him down.
~*~
Omar knocked on the door of the room Cindy was occupying in his apartment till she got to her feet again and looked at his pocket watch. It was seven thirty, they had about an hour. “Cindy, you ready honey?” he called, and a muffled laugh came from the other side of the door. The door knob turned and Omar backed up so Cindy could get out of the room. His heart caught in his throat as he saw her, in a lovely silvery party dress they had chosen in place of the pink one she would have worn. “Cindy Ellen, you will be the talk of the night” he told her. She smiled at him. “You clean up well yourself, Omar” they smiled at each other and walked to the apartment door together. They were friends. Best friends.
And right now, that was completely all right.
(( their party outfits:
Omar's: www.polyvore.com/omars_party_outfit/set?id=216936559
Cindy's: www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=216936738 ))