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 Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 12:47 am
It will be. I will it naught, so shall it be in me.
But the combative fire that same thought stirred was derailed to just watching the wind and the other youth in it. In the door. In scene belonging to stark contrasts of dystopic crumbling concrete, windows broken at angles and reflecting half words that never read into the full mysteries of the organon of extinction.
Quenton did not offer anything back on the statement of sharing, argument or otherwise. What had just been given was already a great deal for acquaintances, and he would respect it. Wrong? That feels as much a bait. If I offer that you just seem to take plain counter postulates in all blacks and whites and call it wrong then you've trapped me in doing exactly that.
It widened the smile genuine, before the expression was overlaid to simple business. "A key would be helpful since my own studio hours, even on a steady day of the week, are volatile. But Mondays will do well. And we already have phone numbers for interim needs. "
I think I will look forward to it.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 2:13 pm
It's unusual that you're so willing to let me ruin you. You even have a plan for how you'll whittle away your own humanity. Bischofite would be pleased, but...
Why aren't I?
After working a key off his steadily growing ring, Alois tossed it to its proper recipient. "Here's ze key, zere's ze door, take ze cat if you want. I will be here Mondays zen, as my prior obligations haf' eroded. If we miss each ozzer, intentionally or not, you haf' a key to wokr at your own pace. Ze drawings will stay here; zey may get damaged srough trafficking, and I prefer to haf' a roadmap if I choose to work on it on a different day. I will acquire ze materials, and saf'e my receipts for reimbursement. I expect to see you Monday, Quenton - don't be late." Alois eyed the taller man while massaging the fresh burn atop his palm. His countenance neglected to show pain, but tension was evident enough in his shoulders and arms.
Finally the misanthrope swept toward the multitude of vellums strewn across the counter and table, where he hovered over the various projected stages of their collaborative effort. "Before you leaf'... Don't be surprised if I add my own touches to it. You might find it conducif' to your efforts." As he scrutinized the anatomical rendering of the torso, Alois made a mental note to inscribe suitable passages into the hollows that would fill with Quenton's chest.
To be wrapped in your own philosophies... Short of departure into pure consciousness, I can think of nothing better.
Maybe it's jealousy that I feel.
"Wiedersehen, Quenton."
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