lepidope

Light of The Rebellion

Well that was embarrassing.

"Huh? Oh, nothing. Just tired."

He shuffled in place. Both hands were now meeting his knees as he took a deep breath to sigh deeply.

"I don't know why I just can't feel safe in my own damn house. I bet I'm gonna go home tonight and find another stupid note. I'm so tired of it. Wish whoever was doing this would show themselves so I can make sure they can't even write anymore."

Steam escaped his nostrils.

"I already have my suspicions, but I'll leave that for lab day. Is the boss getting any better?"

Light of The Rebellion

Matias pointed a finger at Iris after she made her request, raising an eyebrow.

"Escúchala," he said in a teasing tone, his lips struggling not to crack a smile. "Because I don't want to have to come back here a second time for the same reason."

He sat back as Midnight spoke, folding his arms. His legs seemed to groan upon her saying the word "downstairs", but he ignored them. He got to his feet, gave her a nod, and commenced his journey. Once he reached the staircase, he looked around to ensure no one was looking before hopping atop the hand rail and sliding down it. He leaped off with a "huhp" and traversed down the hall. The study was relatively easy to find given its dark wood finish and books neatly organized in their shelves. The work table was also quite dark, almost ebony. There were papers stacked atop it, among them a small sheet of paper sitting on its own. Matias approached it cautiously and scooped it up.

"𝟾𝟹.𝟼𝟿𝟻𝟹𝟹, -𝟷𝟺𝟾.𝟿𝟾𝟽𝟾𝟾

𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙻 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚂"

That was it alright. Same handwriting and everything. He stuffed it in his jacket pocket along with the second note and left the room. Approaching the staircase was tiring to his legs as is. Just thinking about climbing it was enough of a chore, too. With a sigh, he settled his butt down on the very first step, pensive on all the homework he had to do now.

Light of The Rebellion

Matias took a moment to open the note and read it to himself. There really wasn't much to read, but it was much to think about.

"𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙹𝙾𝙱," it screamed for all eternity.

Seemingly following the note's orders, he opened a web browser on his phone and painstakingly typed every character of the given coordinates. It was only so because his memory was admittedly poor, but he managed. It was seemingly for naught, however, because his search engine mapped said coordinates seemingly in the middle of nowhere. No businesses or even roads covered the area for miles.

"Freaking weirdo," he grumbled under his breath, putting his phone away.

"I think I gave you the first note I got," he said, directing his words at Midnight now. "If you manage to get better, we can run that one by the lab too..."

He let out a soft huff.

"I just... hope you get better."

Light of The Rebellion

The sound of Midnight's quivering voice made Matias look back with a dull albeit concerned expression. He raised an eyebrow at her question.

"The notes? Not sure why you want to talk about that now of all times, but..."

He turned around, pulling one leg up to his lap.

"I found another one this morning. It had a different set of coordinates. I have it... Uh..."

He dug in his jacket pocket, swearing under his breath when he realized it wasn't there anymore. Dante's entrance, however, clued him in on its current location.

"Hey," he called over to Dante, "do you still have that note I gave you this morning?"

Light of The Rebellion

Matias looked down the hall and followed Dante inside the room. The floorboards underneath his feet creaked softly with every step he took. He was blinded for just a moment as the shades went up, the sun in close range to the window. Once his vision returned, he looked towards the bed, envious that it wasn't his. It was stripped by Dante and pressed upon by Midnight's body being gently laid on top. The creak from her weight was barely audible.

"Let me know if you need anything," Matias said, I'll be here waiting for the others."

He perched himself by the window, looking out. From here he could see a bit of the city bustling in all its golden obnoxiousness. On occasion he looked back at Midnight to see how she was doing, but he remained where he sat.

What Are You Listening To?

Light of The Rebellion

Do elevators just not exist for these people? Aren't they supposed to be rich?

Thankfully, Matias's legs were rested enough that he was confident about being able to make the flight. He climbed slowly, his legs only mildly complaining. One he reached the top, he was about to follow the group, but he stopped and looked down at Midnight. His blood ran cold for a moment when he saw that her eyes were barely open.

"Hey," he whispered, rocking her softly. "Wake up. I need to ask you something."

He looked left and right and then down.

"Where's your room?"

Light of The Rebellion

Matias could see the shadows relaxing from the corner of his eye, although his main focus was making sure Midnight couldn't agitate them again. There was a sudden twist that threatened to toss him off his seat, but he remained as glued as he could. His breathing was slightly labored by the time they arrived.

"Huh?"

He looked from his seat. It was Iris.

"Uh... Sure."

As gingerly as he could, he shimmied Midnight's body into his arms.

"Ven."

Now that he was cradling her, he slowly took himself off his seat and stepped out of the carriage with slow and gentle footing. Once his boots met the floor, he looked up at the manor. It was nice. At least it wasn't eye-bleedingly gold.

"Mija," he said, looking down at Midnight, "you got keys or something so we can go inside?"

the alphabet game. lol

Dingy

Word association Game!

Chow