I can feel her before she opens the door. Not like the taut-thrumming cord between me and Iblis: quick little surge of happiness that's not all mine.
She opens the door and her eyes are grey and the close space of her wagon smells of paint and, underneath it, blood. There's paint smeared under her eye, and I smooth it away with the pad of my thumb as she turns the blankness of her eyes in my direction.
"Hey, Tez." Her voice is all soft, and I touch her shoulder gently as I step past her, let her know what I'm doing while she can't see. "Hey, kid." She turns to follow me, and I hear feet on the steps, familiar voice -
""Hey there, bothayas."
Door bangs shut and I'd smile at them both but I'm too busy looking at the painting on the easel, burst of stars hazy-white against teh dark, and my fingers hover over it though it's too wet to touch.
"Nice work, Genny." It's not finished, but I can feel the power in it, and - hell, there's a bunch of them, stars salt-white scattered against the night, burn of comets, and under them her, and me....
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Date: 2009-02-12 08:00 pm (UTC)She opens the door and her eyes are grey and the close space of her wagon smells of paint and, underneath it, blood. There's paint smeared under her eye, and I smooth it away with the pad of my thumb as she turns the blankness of her eyes in my direction.
"Hey, Tez." Her voice is all soft, and I touch her shoulder gently as I step past her, let her know what I'm doing while she can't see. "Hey, kid." She turns to follow me, and I hear feet on the steps, familiar voice -
""Hey there, bothayas."
Door bangs shut and I'd smile at them both but I'm too busy looking at the painting on the easel, burst of stars hazy-white against teh dark, and my fingers hover over it though it's too wet to touch.
"Nice work, Genny." It's not finished, but I can feel the power in it, and - hell, there's a bunch of them, stars salt-white scattered against the night, burn of comets, and under them her, and me....