Zephyrantha
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- Posted: Sat, 17 Nov 2012 15:33:33 +0000
.:~If [S E E I N G] is believing then I don't believe in [you]~:.
Kailee shouted his name. As she did, her arms closed around him. Her embrace, though consciously he knew it was friendly, was unexpected and constricting. His reaction was instant and owed absolutely nothing to thought. The suitcase clattered to the ground as he released it. Fist clenched near his body, his free arm rose between them and he used his forearm to break her grip and shove her roughly away. He staggered back. The dog jerked him to the side, changing his momentum enough that he avoided falling down the stairs. Once he regained his footing, only his racing heartbeat gave any clue that he had acted in panic. “Don’t touch me,” he snarled.
There was a brief, uncomfortable pause. As the seconds ticked past, Davik shoved aside the sensation of having a warm body that close to him and returned gratefully to feeling only the chill of the house’s dead air. The violent anger began to subside. It was replaced by wariness, tension, but not shame. He wasn’t ashamed. He didn’t feel sorry. Kailee broke the silence by forcing out a comment about the rooms and how they were laid out. Downstairs, the door opened and someone shouted. The blind man spun on his heel to face whatever would soon be coming up the stairs. The dog stepped forward a little. Her wagging tail thumped against the backs of his knees. They smelled friendly, then. Davik replayed the voice in his head. Jonathan – had to be Jonathan. Kailee swore cheerfully at him and kept on babbling about the house and how far away it was from anything, how late they could stay up, how the rooms were arranged. By colour.
“Bloody brilliant,” Davik said flatly, unimpressed. He crossed the landing, found his suitcase, then went to the nearest wall and walked along it until he came to a door. That one would be his room. He dropped his suitcase inside. There was no use unpacking until he learned the room, and he didn’t feel like learning much of anything right now. Instead, he released the dog’s harness and listened to her bound away. He returned to the landing under his own power, hands shoved deep into his pockets.
You can whine until your mouth dries up
You can shake your head and wonder why
You can die or you can stand upright
And never go down again.
.:~Davik [A R I A N -- Byw ]~:.xxxxxxx
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