Obligatory disclaimer: real life sucks, so here's a drabble to cheer you up!
The empusa was still on the roof, tangled in the net
like some sort of a giant moth or bat, her arms, legs and wings tangled in the
wire.
Rafael approached the daemon carefully: “Still
stuck?” he asked the obvious.
“Yes,” and his interlocutrix did not bother to hide
the tears, and not just of frustration. “Can you please leave? If I am to die
for real, I do not want an audience-“
Rafael took a deep breath and acting quickly,
untangled the net, leaving the empusa on the roof, sitting on her butt without ceremony.
“There, you’re free, now hide or whatever-“
“I can’t!” the empusa raced to him, still looking
desperate. “I need human clothes, they’re in the apartment, the apartment’s
locked and the key is inside. I need human clothing to make it through the day-!”
“I have only masculine clothing, and you’re standing
on my leg,” Rafael muttered. “Listen, Lena-“
“You recognized me?”
“Up close – yes,” Rafael muttered as the two moved
slowly into the building. “Hah, your hooves are soft-“
“And they need shoes,” Lena muttered, but then they
entered Rafael’s apartment and she turned into a blur of motion as she grabbed
shoes and clothing and raced with them into another other room, to change,
apparently. Rafael just sighed:
“Same old Lena.”
Here you go, enjoy, see you all soon!
