02-13-2017, 10:50 PM
Now instead of stop, stop used against him, it was wait, wait. His ears flicked back in confusion but he kept walking -only until she was there at his side, peering up at him with wide, soft eyes. He stopped, frowning at her as she repeated his home, Ischia. That's the island, isn't it? An abrupt nod was all the answer she received, his mind trying to understand that she was here -next to him as he tried to leave- and not out there running from what he'd already done to her. What he could still do to her.
You can't mean to swim it in the dark. It's too dangerous. His face softened just the slightest, distracted by her concern and the brief touch she placed to his neck. She retreated, her doe-eyes wide. Stay here instead. With me. You can leave when the sun comes up again.
He almost smiled, almost chuckled, but then her lips were gently brushing his hair away from the blood lining his faceplate and he could only stare at her with his breath neatly stolen from his lungs. I would've stayed with you, you know. I would've stayed as a friend if you had just asked. He ached to reach out and touch her, but was suddenly afraid to. Her sad eyes turned away then, her soft voice falling. And he isn't my man.
He touched his lips gently to her brow, a faint sweep before he pulled away. You shouldn't worry for me, he said soberly. Then he turned away again. Thanks, love, but I gotta get home. After a few steps, a little distance, he dropped a little bit of advice, maybe.
And your man smells like deception.
You know where to find me. A smile in his voice.
You can't mean to swim it in the dark. It's too dangerous. His face softened just the slightest, distracted by her concern and the brief touch she placed to his neck. She retreated, her doe-eyes wide. Stay here instead. With me. You can leave when the sun comes up again.
He almost smiled, almost chuckled, but then her lips were gently brushing his hair away from the blood lining his faceplate and he could only stare at her with his breath neatly stolen from his lungs. I would've stayed with you, you know. I would've stayed as a friend if you had just asked. He ached to reach out and touch her, but was suddenly afraid to. Her sad eyes turned away then, her soft voice falling. And he isn't my man.
He touched his lips gently to her brow, a faint sweep before he pulled away. You shouldn't worry for me, he said soberly. Then he turned away again. Thanks, love, but I gotta get home. After a few steps, a little distance, he dropped a little bit of advice, maybe.
And your man smells like deception.
You know where to find me. A smile in his voice.
