He gave thanks for linen napkins.
She thinks about it a bit and tells him she applauds his honesty. And she accepts his promises he intends on breaking. In return, she makes him no promises. In the end, she wants to be able to say she always kept her word.
"Not tonight, Lissa. I think the good ones stayed home." He said this every night she came in, but she always left with someone.
"Thanks, Jim." She took her drink surveyed the crowd for someone else to end her loneliness.
Here I've given you little pieces of my soul and you think them merely words. For you, I'll bleed no more.
Time does not heal all wounds. Many of these trees will never get over this devastating drought, the long winter will find them rotting on the inside and not even Spring's loving touch will revive them.
Why do I feel like humans are so much like trees in this regard?
I caught him staring the other day, the question clear in his eyes. He's asking me to fly, but can I risk taking flight lessons from a man such as him?
She wasn't going to be an easy victim.
And I'm the only splash of color in their black and white world.
"Ra used to be a generous God. He was loved by, and in return, loved his people." She tossed a rock into the water and watched the ripples grow then fade.
"What happened to him?"
"He became old, bitter. Sure his people loved him, but in the insubstantial way a mortal can only love a god. He still races across the sky everyday, but he's taken away his protection, letting the sun damage instead of heal. Now take, Anubis..."
"Why do you dehumanize them?" He asks, not quite sure what to make of me.
"It's easier that way, no involvements." Is the only answer I can give him. He knows I like barriers and finally accepts this as another one.
"They're closer than you think." Though they were her words she knew not where they came from, and she stared at him, her confusion making her appear all the more vulnerable. "Run. Run now!"
"No… yes… well, maybe…" She managed to say. He released her hair and spun her chair around to face him.
"You don't know what you're playing with." He covered her mouth with his, and as the kiss deepened, he slipped down to the floor, pulling her on top of him.
And you, she thought, feeling him hard and ready beneath her, never really knew what the challenge was.
I will take you to a place some call paradise, and others hell. She watched his lips, wondering what they would feel like pressed against hers.
I don't know if I can follow you. I don't know if I have the strength. He could feel a sweat break out on his brow when her tongue darted out to moisten her lips.
You don't need strength, you need courage. She threw him a smile over her shoulder, knowing he would follow.
"You, my love, are the trickiest of all, for no one ever suspects you of treachery." He lightly tapped me on the nose. "But I know just what you're capable of."
But he was wrong. There were more depths to my guile than even he knew.
Maybe I shouldn't assume sanity is a choice.
Close your eyes. Go to sleep now.
"I dreamt I could fly. And I could fly as high as I wanted to. Unlike Icarus." She held her arms out and spun in circles, until a sound not unlike the rustling of feathers filled her head. "My wings and I were one and the same, they were not held together with wax."
How she wanted to fly.
He was so sure this constant ticking would one day drive him insane, so he replaced all his clocks with hourglasses. Now he counts sand, one grain after another…
But what they always fail to realize is my blood is now my own. I've bled enough over the course of my lifetime to have drained my body several times over. My body, the factory. Okay, so I have your genes, but that's superficial. And believe me, if there were anyway I could get rid of that, you'd be receiving my eviction notice within the hour.
"The apple never falls far from the tree." They say.
But I am not an apple.
Two weary soldiers. Who ever knew a second could reveal so much?
"It's only a situation because you make it one." He followed her gaze towards the door.
"No. You're wrong. It's a situation. A very bad situation." She stepped towards the door, stopping only when he grabbed her wrist.
"You can't keep running away. It isn't healthy. Damn it, why do you do this?" His tightened grip and raised voice brought a hint of fear to her eyes. And a look of acceptance. He quickly let go of her wrist. "Oh no. You are not placing me in that role."