Now that we have time, I decided to practice my English (which is not my mother tongue) and try to translate some fics of mine.

Some of these fics are in Spanish in my profile in the work called "Signos".

Between cloves and cinnamon

The first time you saw Albafica was among the crowd of Rodorio market. He was very different from you, he was a golden saint, respected and loved by the villagers; you instead were only a spice merchant, whom everyone accused of selling the merchandise at three times its price. You weren't going to deny that maybe they were right.

Albafica was unease and when he walked alongside your stall, he touched the sack full of salt and scattered a little on the path. You didn't even bother in reclaim him, you were too distracted by him, by the way he moved, avoiding any possible contact with the people. He flowed as a fish swimming against the current.

You laughed at yourself, fishes swimming against the current was a cheesy though.

While the tobacco in your pipe was burning out, your eyes followed him until he walked out of sight, lost in the multitude.

The next time you saw him, he walked slower when he reached your stand. It wasn't because of you, but because of the spices and their smells. It was them what captured the attention of someone who dedicated his life to growing flowers poison scent.

The third time you noticed that he stopped for a few seconds in front of the cloves and the cinnamon. You smirked, his stop gave you enough time to observe the small imperfection on his left cheek. It was something that went unnoticed in a face as pretty as his.

For the fourth time, you had already prepared a small sack with cloves and cinnamon and put it in a corner of the stall. You hoped for him to notice it. You didn't try to give it to him directly, you knew that he would reject it if only to avoid human contact. But he saw it and when he walked away, the sack was gone.

The last time, a pungent odour was in the ambient, like in your old stand in the market. But everything had changed and the poison scent surrounded both of you. On the bright side, you finally could touch Albafica's soft skin, even if it was only with your fist, and you could tell him how beautiful he was to you, even thou he took it as an insult.

Dying, this time, among the smell of roses, wasn't too bad.