she always tries, truth or lie
10-15-2013, 10:27 PM
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And so he would begin, every word sinking like liquid gold to be treasured for a lifetime; the syllables falling like plated pennies into the hungry containments of her mind. She would absorb herself in his words, head tilting as he would speak, sweetened features slowly changing to one of sorrow, an awkward sense of grief staining the honey depths of her glittering globes. Such cruelty he had seen, and such violence that had injected itself into his life. For a moment she felt sympathetic, but as his haunches lowered and he continued she realised he was not the kind to desire such sentiment. His last sentence sent a shiver crawling down her spine, gulping back a nervous gulp that almost threatened to form within her throat. A legend it seemed he was, through and through. And although she didn?t believe in ?revenge?, she was certainly not the kind to judge another?s reasoning. ?I can?t relate to your experiences Conan, my childhood has been but of? innocence, however I am proud to have met you, you are a strong man,? she would sway lightly upon her haunches, attempting a sweetened smile however falling just short. Perhaps they could learn from one another? He to teach her of the glorious ways of nature, of the wonders to see and the places to go, and she to point out all the little things in life he may have missed from his childhood. ?Perhaps someday we could exchange our worldly experiences?? Perchance they could remain friends? |
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