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Date Posted: 10:23:01 10/22/04 Fri
Author: Discord
Subject: alone in the pages of a novel
In reply to: valda 's message, "alone again" on 15:09:10 10/20/04 Wed

Ehh...so I feel like writing. Shoot me. *bam* Sorry it took so long to reply, I've really not been in the mood to write ANYthing. :-\

The sidewalk that ran up to her apartment/house/dealy-o(X_x) had never seemed so long. Why this time, did it seem to stretch into the bleakness in the shadows under the eaves, the lines separating each concrete square growing more and more in number until they too, dissapeared. His long strides were shuffled almost, a very unlike him, a small stepped gait, quite unlike him in the fact he didn't seem to pay much attention to his surroundings. The trees shadows stretched away from the building, the bottom half of them swallowed by the shadow of the building itself, making the natural shadows seem darker.

He had shoved his hands in his pockets, and they were balled into fists tight enough that his bitten nails made marks into his scarred palms. A newly made shone white on his arm, under the nearly black, grey sweatshirt he had picked up somewhere. He didn't really remember, or care. Maybe he had found it in their cabin. It was funny, their cabin, her apartment. Was he always meant to be a drifter? Never with a permanent residence, a permanent home, a permanent place.

His silver eyes were caged behind the ragged black hair that hung untidily around his head. He didn't bother to shake his head to get rid of it, rather, he looked through it, up towards her balcony. It was like a perverted Romeo and Juliet scene. He, as Romeo, dark, scarred and unsure, her the beautiful Juliet, asleep at the moment and not even realizing his presence. Should he, as Romeo had done, stretch out an arm and call out, "But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?/It is the east, and Juliet is the sun./Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,/Who is already sick and pale with grief," Just as Romeo had done? Nay, he kept walking, his head once more down, eyes cast upon the dark grayness of the sidewalk as he moved into the shadow of the building. Such an endless sidewalk had passed under his feet as if it were nothing, and he hadn't noticed.

Stairs passed too, until he stood before her door, the brass three gleaming from the light issuing from her window. He pulled his key from a pocket and twisted it quickly in the lock, the motions monotonous, an unnoticed habit as he thrust it back in a pocket and pushed the door open. He blinked once, adjusting to the light, soft, yet bright compared to outdoors. He locked the door quietly, and turned to see her sprawled across her couch, lashes softly touching her fair cheeks, hair sprawled behind her and across her face, moving slightly with her breath.

He watched her a long, long moment, his features unreadable in their confusion. He suddenly moved forward, his steps silent on the thick carpet. His hands came free, and he perched on the bare edge of the couch, easing down softly enough not to wake her, gently brushing the hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear. Such sensitive movement from a man who had not two minutes ago been staring at the ground, face hard. He didn't want to wake her, and so he simply stayed there, every so often running a hand through her hair or touching her cheek.


Blargh. That took like...most of computer period. Whee....Hope I didn't annoy you too much with his Discord-ness.

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