Golden Hour
04-27-2014, 10:18 AM
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Fell from a cliff, never broke a bone She broke the silence once again and Sucre fixed despairing eyes on the little white wolf. Her yakking wasn't helping his calm any. ?I don't know, do they feel like they're working?? he asked sarcastically. In quick succession he answered the rest of her questions. ?You'll just know. I don't know, it's not an exact science. Sometimes.? She lapsed into silence and Sucre's eyes darted away. He stared at nothing in particular, just the distance. Part of him wondered what all was out there; what parts of Alacritis he hadn't seen yet?there he went again with the thinking?and Sucre, once he realized what he was doing, emptied his mind. Before he had a chance to really settle into his thoughtlessness, the fae spoke again. ?How long has it been? Are they working yet?? He fixed a withering gaze upon her. ?I thought you did this before.? Of course he knew she hadn't and later, if she wished to blame this whole thing on him, she could because he was aware of what he was doing, but he was beyond guilt. A piece of him wanted the company right now, no matter how anxiety-ridden it was. He laid his head down, resting his chin on the remains of his herb pile. Sighing, he said, ?Relax, kid. They're harmless.? Okay, so that was a lie. They were mostly harmless, but not always. Usually they settled his nerves, blanketed him in a feeling of contentment, but every once in a great while they disagreed with him. That was so rare though that it was hardly worth mentioning. She would be fine. |