Weaver
So precious is this life, this gift,
this temporary blindness.
this temporary blindness.
”No, not particularly,” she says, with an air of fake preening. ”I rather like being complimented.” What girl doesn’t? For that matter, what boy doesn’t? Not that she really needs it, her ego is large enough as it is.
He goes on to explain his relationship with others. It really has not gone well for him, and she wonders if he was that bad before she’d met him, or if people simply couldn’t look beneath the surface. Maybe a bit of both. ”A mess, maybe,” she purrs, reaching out to run her fingers through his hair on the side of his head, pulling gently at a blonde lock between two fingers. ”But certainly not irredeemable.” She drops her hand, bringing it back to her side. ”Their loss, and our gain.” Our being Halo, or perhaps, she simply means ‘my’ gain.
She chuckles at that. ”All you have to do is sit there and taste things and give me your thoughts. If you call that work, then I fear for all your patients.” Her grin grows though as he spreads arms, and she cannot help herself. ”It would be a far shorter list to tell you where I do not want them, if I am being honest.” She leans forward, pointing at her forehead. ”Though you could simply start there…” she trails off, leaving the suggestion not quite finished, though her fingers slips down her face to her lips for a moment.
She shrugs at his finger, looking casually pleased. ”I have been called far worse.” Rude is hardly an insult at all. ”Somehow, I suspect I can weasel my way into more scones,” she says, giving him a playful smirk. She was a rude girl indeed, one not particularly used to the word ‘no’.
”Ah yes, that winning personality of yours. How has that been working out for you lately?” she teases, though clearly, she didn’t seem to mind it.
He goes on to explain his relationship with others. It really has not gone well for him, and she wonders if he was that bad before she’d met him, or if people simply couldn’t look beneath the surface. Maybe a bit of both. ”A mess, maybe,” she purrs, reaching out to run her fingers through his hair on the side of his head, pulling gently at a blonde lock between two fingers. ”But certainly not irredeemable.” She drops her hand, bringing it back to her side. ”Their loss, and our gain.” Our being Halo, or perhaps, she simply means ‘my’ gain.
She chuckles at that. ”All you have to do is sit there and taste things and give me your thoughts. If you call that work, then I fear for all your patients.” Her grin grows though as he spreads arms, and she cannot help herself. ”It would be a far shorter list to tell you where I do not want them, if I am being honest.” She leans forward, pointing at her forehead. ”Though you could simply start there…” she trails off, leaving the suggestion not quite finished, though her fingers slips down her face to her lips for a moment.
She shrugs at his finger, looking casually pleased. ”I have been called far worse.” Rude is hardly an insult at all. ”Somehow, I suspect I can weasel my way into more scones,” she says, giving him a playful smirk. She was a rude girl indeed, one not particularly used to the word ‘no’.
”Ah yes, that winning personality of yours. How has that been working out for you lately?” she teases, though clearly, she didn’t seem to mind it.
Burn and drown and embrace the false dark,
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
