Deliver My Letter | Job | Solo | Aedre

The sky bleeds red as the sun creeps over the horizon, like a silent murderer. The red flickers and spreads, aiming to stretch for infinity. Magnolia is relatively quiet this time of day; most people are still sleeping. The cool night breeze is getting its final breath of life just before the burning heat of day takes over at around seven o'clock.
Although most of the people are still asleep, some lone figure was walking down the cobbled street; very much awake. She was simply taking an early morning stroll along the walkway, enjoying the fresh breath of the cool summer breeze and the sweet and sour taste of lemonade tickling her tongue. The glass bottle in her hand had little droplets running on its sides, making her grip a little weaker than it should be. The fresh and crisp smell of morning dew on wet wood lingers in the air and reaches her extra sensitive Slayer nose. She sniffed it in and smiled ever-so-slightly with delight, as the stupid memories of the previous night drift away in a warped path as if they were on a crooked boat.
She continued on her pleasant saunter and took in the harmonic atmosphere of the hometown of Fairy Tail with the world coming alive right in front of her eyes. The stillness was quickly displaced by the scheduled game of the morning gusts.
Soon, one by one, like the petals of a morning glory unfolding to greet the glorious day, windows flung open as shop keepers almost simultaneously opened up their linear array of shops, exposing the colorful interiors and filling the streets with the exuberance of life. Here and there she could hear people's chatter, it was actually quite easy and almost unavoidable for the Slayer. Her enhanced hearing made her eavesdrop on people even when she didn't feel like it and she catches news of the things she dreads the most, "Did you hear?! That singer Adelaide is visiting the town in the afternoon for some concert."
And thus, the harmless morning stroll managed to remind her of the petty job (If you could even call it that) that she had undertaken the previous night. Much to her annoyance; these jobs were like some unwanted party crasher.

"Seriously... I do have a knack into getting myself into crappy and boring shiz. Am I cursed or what?" A bored voice wondered out loud, continued with an exasperated sigh. Blue eyes looked up to the equally blue sky with slight awe; cause it was as beautiful as it was deadly, bright as her wildest dreams but dark as a nightmare. It could set one free, drunk on its beauty, or trap you in invisible barriers that confine and leave you heavy with desperation. Wispy clouds usually represented merest strands of hope or the slimmest chance of survival. And this day, Aedre's chances of survival were really low, the young woman could already imagine herself either melting on the street due to the heat of the day or ending up suiciding due to boredom. She was trying to spend her time till the afternoon, the planning on reaching the place where the concert was held and get rid of his pesky little trouble once and for all.
Her fingers played with the corners of the envelope as she remembered yesterday's events.

~*FLASHBACK*~

A man sat with his face held in his palm, his hand resting on the desk of the table in the restaurant. Normally, Aedre isn't the one to interfere in anyone's personal matters or intrude in their personal space; but today it seemed like she'd need to do the latter. The restaurant was packed to its fullest and there were only a few seats left. It was not proper manners to sit at a table that was already occupied by someone, even if it had an empty chair that no one was going to occupy in the near future. But today, Aedre was completely ignoring manners as she felt ravenous to death. She walked up to the table, waiting patiently for a couple of seconds to see if the man had any objections. Objections? The man didn't even notice her till she sat down opposite to him and cleared her throat.
The man looked up, his face slightly rectangular with a defined, slightly pointed chin and a sturdy jaw line. His dark eyes were small and spaced evenly apart, sitting below trim eyebrows that seemed to curve as a natural extension of his broad, rounded nose. He kept his mouth closed in a thin, straight line, and his hair—naturally light brown in color but powdered to a bright white—was neatly tied and worn back to reveal a wide forehead. The jacket he wore over his broad shoulders had neatly polished buttons, and the scarf around his neck was tied so that the ruffles perfectly filled the space left open by his coat. His clothing complimented his strog, muscular physique that was evident even while he was seated.
He inspected Aedre with a peculiar glint in his eyes and the pinkette couldn't associate the emotion associated with it.
A second later, the man looked down on the floor once again as his hand produced an envelope and rested it on the table. Aedre's eyes quickly tried to scan what it was but couldn't make out anything due to the angle she was seeing it from.
The waiter arrived at their table and Aedre gave her order while the man refused polietely. About ten minutes later, the young woman was enjoying her food while the man was still lost in the deep abyss of his thoughts.
Once or twice, she caught his eyes on her; with a steady gaze and an air of authority that was palpable. Before something snapped inside her and she questioned, "Do you have any problems, Mister?"
"Huh? I... I..."
In the following couple of hours Aedre discovered that the man was named Jake, he apparently was one of those crazed lover boys, he had a passionate mouth for story-telling and he was hell-bent on making one of his childhood friends... his girlfriend.
For some reason, the Slayer had symphathized with him and offered to hand over a love letter to this girl.

~*FLASHBACK ENDS*~

That was the biggest mistake of her life.
Especially, realizing that it was one of the most un-productive task of her life and also the most un-interesting.

It was time. The concert was about to start and Aedre stood at the entrance of the venue. People were flowing in and out of the place like moths among the whispering. Her eyes fell on the main stage; guessing that the woman she seeked should be somewhere backstage. Looking around Aedre made sure that she would be noticed by none while performing this little trick that she had up her sleeves.
The young woman actually stood in the shadow of a tree; before closing her eyes and melting into the very shadow that lay beneath her feet a heartbeat ago. This darkness would coalesce in a corner of the backstage and one could see the pinkette again. Clutching the letter in her hand a it more securely she sauntered ahead, stopping right before a door that said Ms. Martinez.
Well aware that this was her client's crush she took a deep breath while holding ground before the door. Then gently rapping on the door, the young woman quickly placed the letter securely in the little space between the bolt and the door. Without wasting any more time, Aedre spurted to a nearby shadow of a cupboard and stood there without the slightest movement. It was impossible for a normal mortal to see her with their naked eye now; so she watched the door opening gently.
Out stepped a woman with a narrow, oblong face with angular cheekbones and a pointed chin. Aedre's Slayer enhanced vision allowed her to see the slit-like eyes which were a clouded hazel, and her thinly plucked eyebrows shaped into a deceivingly perfect arch that followed the slight curve of her eye. A long nose hooked over continually pursed lips, which were painted a bright red in an unsuccessful effort to mask their natural thinness. Bleached blonde hair, hung straight down into an angular cut at her jaw. The sharp features of her face were merely a reflection of her entire body structure, and everything— from her skeletal arms to her paper-thin waist— screamed of unnatural skinniness. She walked in long strides, her shoulders back and face held forward, making her way to the outside of the door; hr stilettos clacking on the ground. When failing to notice anyone the woman turned back to go inside the room once again, thus noticing the letter on her door and picking it up-
-and thus Aedre's mission was accomplished. She had not further interest in the woman's reaction or anything of that sort. It was just some boring day of her life.

>EXIT<