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Warm orange light shines into the train carriage as it pulls slowly into its next station. A stream of people depart, with only a few boarding. The carriage Fulgur finds himself in is mostly empty- quiet and peaceful, exactly what he needs after the day he'd had.
"Excuse me?" a soft voice speaks out, breaking the silence that sounded the silver-haired man. As Fulgur looked up, Purple hair and Heterochromatic eyes came into his view; His only thought of them was that the warm glow of the setting sun really made them look angelic.
"Is this seat taken?" They ask, pointing to the seat opposite Fulgur.
Fulgur was sure he'd given them the dumbest look, the rest of the carriage was empty- a few people spotted throughout but they wanted to sit with him? "No. No, go right ahead." He answered before he could really think of the implications of this purple beauty sitting with him.
As the purple-haired stranger sits, the train begins to pull away, the platform falling away into the distance. Fulgur turned his attention back to his laptop sat on the table between the seats, where he was reminded of the empty Word document he had open, and then inspiration hits. His seatmate pulls out their own way to pass time until their stop- cross stitch, Fulgur notes on his document. The pair made no further conversation, but they enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere that washed over them on what would normally be a rather boring and long journey home.
You wrap your arms around my waist, pressing your face into my back as I stand on the balcony. Cigarette resting between my fingers, hands wrapped around a cup of coffee. The sunrise is soft compared to the light you bring me. Your hands reach for my coffee with a smile as you laugh at me for the state of us. Beautiful purple hair mused by sleep and sleepless activities, both of us covered in a mix of hickeys and bite marks, pale skin covered by my favourite hoodie. We speak no words so early in the morning- I simply kiss your forehead as you sip at my coffee, you sigh- at peace with the world around you.
Fulgur looks up from his screen, sneaking a peek at his nameless seatmate turned mysterious muse. He's still a while from his stop, he can still write and begs the gods to give him more time with the person that has given him the gift of inspiration.
I whisper your name against the breeze- I should know it, but I don't. I simply call you baby, and hope you know I mean you. These pictures I paint only exist silently as we sit across from one another on an empty train. The simple view I have of you leads my mind astray. But who knows? Maybe in another life; one where you are a psychic and I a cyborg, we fall in love.
Fulgur just about hears the announcement of the station that they are approaching- four stops from where he needs to be, but he catches movement out the corner of his eye. His purple-hued muse packs their cross stitch away, the light purple messenger bag is hooked over their shoulder and they shift slightly.
"Thank you. I enjoyed the quite company." They said as they stood up, bracing against the chair as the train slowed.
"No problem. It was my pleasure." Fulgur replied.
The violet (Fulgur decided that the shade suited them best) coloured person smiled before Fulgur returned his view to his laptop- fixing a few errors throughout the piece he had created. His temporary muse vanished and as the train pulled away again, Fulgur saw it.
A small business card.
Uki Violeta, Owner of the Violet Atelier, Part-time Fortune Teller. Phone: xxx-xxxx-xxx Email: [email protected] / [email protected]
And on the back- under the social media handles (that Fulgur would definitely be looking up later);
"Call me one day- You're cute. Personal: xxx-xxxx-xxx -Uki Violeta ;)"
Maybe in every life, we are destined for each other. Fulgur types before switching tabs to answer whatever emails he'd left unread.