FAIRYTALE by Rodriguez Rebeccah

Author:Rodriguez, Rebeccah
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pink Pony Press
Published: 2019-01-09T16:00:00+00:00

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he music already drifted down the hallway. Killian carefully crept forward, light so as not to disturb it, though he was certain his pounding heartbeat could be heard halfway across the country at this point. He paused just outside the cracked open door, his cheeks flushed warm. He suddenly wished he’d remembered to grab the pocket mirror, and he hastily smoothed his hair back, acutely aware of his cowlick.

The second he touched the doorknob the music stopped. Killian stiffened, and then peered inside, holding his breath. His eyes shot to the piano and widened. Fedya wasn’t sitting there. Killian eased further inside and realized that Fedya wasn’t in the room at all. But the fire already crackled, warming the small room easily, and a plush, tufted chair had been placed beside the piano stool, a small table beside it, set with a plate that immediately drew his eye.

The plate toppled high with sweets and pastries, the likes of which he had never seen before. Syrup-soaked baked apples filled with yogurt were placed beside a pile of fried sticks of dough slathered in honey. Pieces of white, frothy cake and dense, crumbling cookies, a small dollop of thick, whipped cream topping them. A single, frosted glass of milk sat beside it.

Killian’s stomach gave an involuntary grumble, but he didn’t reach for anything just yet. He tore his gaze from the plate and looked around the room. Though small, it was cozy, and he wondered if this was where Fedya had been spending most of his time. He trailed his hand along the sleek surface of the piano, and stopped when he noticed the small, brass metronome.

Its eye-like cogs stared up at him, the ticker as thin as a violin string. He smiled and picked it up, giving the arm a small poke, and it swung into a steady rhythm.

A footstep thumped in the hall, and Killian quickly set the metronome back down on the piano. He grabbed the arm to stop it, and the very tip promptly snapped off between his fingers. Killian froze.

“What are you doing?”

He spun around, the tip of the metronome still between his fingers. Fedya glanced down at it and Killian’s stomach dropped.

“I’m sorry, I…I broke it. I can try to replace it.”

Fedya raised a brow, looking uncertain before answering, “It’s just a metronome.”

Without another word, Fedya stepped around him and seated himself on the piano’s bench, flexing his human-like fingers. He noticed the plate piled with sweets, and cast Killian another tentative look.

“They were already here,” Killian said.

Fedya eyed the plate once more, and then set his fingers to the keys. A soft, calming melody filled the room, and Fedya didn’t spare Killian another glance.

Killian seated himself on the puffy chair and reached for one of the cinnamon-dusted cookies. It was imprinted with the image of a flower and it already began to crumble in his hand before he popped it in his mouth, his tongue instantly overcome with a flavor of nutmeg and honey.

“We make them in winter, after the sun has set.

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