Fluuuuuuffflyyyy tiiimmeee~
It's 12:00.
Which means it's Red's wild fangirl fanfiction time.
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Locking the door, Claire irately grumbled to herself. She quickly moved to secure the windows, but she knew it wouldn’t help. He would get in anyway.
The Phantom Skye had sent her a letter earlier that day, and upon seeing the paper, she had immediately felt a headstrong sense of anger, and had spent the whole day securing all her valuables as best she could.
“Pffft. Phantom Skye…” she spat. The man was a dirty thief that took pride in his flirting ability, and had irresponsibly captured the heart of almost every woman in town. Apart from Vesta, who was proud of her immunity to his charms.
Just thinking about the thief made her blood boil. How could anyone lower themselves to something so degrading? She hated him for even having any relation to her at all.
With a frustrated scowl, she picked up the note and ripped it into shreds. The unusual absence of a calming smell of fresh food was unnerving, and Claire’s house was not usually without a scent of some dairy sweet.
Although Phantom Skye had his ways of getting into houses, Claire wondered how he would get in now. Through the chimney? With that thought, she mentally noted the location of the nearest farming equipment, which, much to her delight, was a sickle.
She was starting to convince herself that she might actually defend herself against the Phantom Skye. Maybe she would be the first one to be able to fend him off?
Her hopes and expectations of her own capabilities against the thief raised higher and higher with her daydreams.
All until she heard those words…
“Chick Beam… Fire!”
Claire wanted to cry. She wanted to dig herself a hole, crawl in and never come back.
Phantom Skye had gotten in easily through the front door.
“Quite well prepared, tonight, beautiful? Such beauties as you shouldn’t be hidden from the world” his clear voice greeted, in that horrifyingly flirtatious way of his.
Claire was speechless. Here she was, being charmed by Phantom Skye.
And she could feel her cheeks getting warm.
“I see you blushing there, young maiden” the thief laughed, walking comfortably up to Claire. Her heart fluttered.
She tried to move her mouth, but she felt Phantom Skye’s spell stopping her. If she could stomp at that moment, there would have been an Earthquake, she was so mad.
“Well, I see I’ve now gotten what I came for” Skye finally added. He hadn’t stolen anything though. Nothing was stashed away in a pocket, or gripped lightly in his hands. He walked up to Claire and placed one finger on her chest.
“Can you figure it out?” he whispered. With that, he contently walked out of the farmer’s house, leaving Claire bewildered.
In a few minutes, Claire could move again.
Hastily, she picked up the remaining pieces of the letter and tried to read them.
“Dear… Come to… Steal… Heart tonight.”
It was awful. Claire wanted to cry all over again. He loved her. She hated it. She loved him back.
