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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2015 3:58 pm
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Then your question is as frivolous as if I were to ask you, Jericho, why do you fly? There is no easy answer to that, and yet, we give one. Because it makes us happy.
Her voice had softened, as had her expression, when he'd given his answer. Something about its simplicity warmed a dead heart. She moved forward, returning to him, and reached out to pat the wings that were folded tightly behind his back. I remember how much you loved to fly. That was our thing, wasn't it? It feels like another life. Her eyes dimmed with regret. Perhaps it feels that way because it was. Still. It made me happy, too.
Her hand fell away, and she straightened her back in a slow inhale. And now this is what brings me pleasure. Would you deny me it?
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2015 5:43 pm
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Jericho was not the boil she'd once thought him to be.
Her hand slid away from his head, and she let his chin go. She remained where she was, standing directly in front of him, but she still felt as though he was miles away. I can't say it doesn't disappoint me that you are so caught up on what is right and wrong. I had hoped for something better for the two of us than this. Something less at odds.
She patted his shoulder, but she had clearly closed off compared to the vibrancy of earlier. He didn't want to hear about her escapades, so she no longer wanted to share them with him.
I did warn you, though. I warned you that you may not like the answer. I gave you the option of walking away. You cannot fault me now.
She flickered her eyes to the door, and then back at him. Slowly, subtly, she moved between him, and it.
You should have heeded my warning.
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2015 6:59 pm
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She stilled at the question, and took a moment to gauge his interest, for what it truly was. He was saddened by the change in her demeanor. Unhappy about it. He wanted the ghoul she'd once been, but she found it childish to wish for such a thing. He was no longer the boil he'd once been, either.
I died. She reminded him, pointing out the obvious. And when I returned, things had changed. Then, to further things, your incident occurred. And lastly, I felt as though something were missing. So I went out and I found it. Can you say you've done the same? Or are you still searching?
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