one-shots

3-25-19

Joline was a lovely French woman with a passion to play the violin. The people of the town determined she was strange when she left to play her violin, but that didn't disturb her. She was settling down to play when she noticed a presence behind her. Grinning to herself when she realized who it was.

                                                                                           Joline POV

"I was wondering when I would meet you Mr spirit."

a slight smile adorned my face

"your music is splendid. Can you play for me?"

It answered the voices deep baritone sound sending a shudder down my spine.

"Can i learn the name of the person I'm preforming for?"

I answered picking up my violin and playing the start of a song.

"it's Orson."

"Orson. I like that name. Can we be friends?''

"Yes, we can be friends if you don't get horrified of my image"

Orson stated, "your name means "little bear" in Latin right?"

"yes you are correct."

The sound of branches snapping greeted my ears as Orson walked out of the shadows turning around I spotted an 8ft shadow male with dagger-sharp teeth deck out in a giant black coat that dominated his body. 'he doesn't look horrifying. He looks like a tall twig' giggling at the conclusion.

"Don't see what I'm predicted to dread,"

I said peering straight into his eyes which I noticed were a stunning silver

"are we friends now or what?"

I queried "I promised you that didn't I?"

Orson said a smile fighting its way on his face

"yep and now you can't get rid of me, so don't try."

I told him smirking "ok I won't. can you play your violin now?"

Orson proposed sitting next to me "yeah I can" beaming.

I play for the rest of the evening just me, Orson, and the forest.