Yeah you wanna do right but not right now

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I hear his ribs crack as he hits the wall, and I think he may have dislocated his shoulder. He crouches on the floor, and his nose has started bleeding again.

"You're welcome."

Insolent. You were always insolent, Tepeyollotl. I cross the room, faster than a boy could move, and I lift him up with one hand and pin him against the stone wall.

"What is wrong with you?" I say, exasperated. I am holding him above my head, and blood from his nose drips onto Brant's white shirt. And then I start laughing, because this is ludicrous, and I drop him onto the floor. "Of course you always have had a death wish."

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[al-shairan.livejournal.com]

He kneels down next to me, and it tugs something inside me. I put my clean hand on his hair, stroke it for a little while.

"You should go now," I say. It is strangely difficult to send him away, although I know he will try to see me again soon.

[tezcatl-ipoca.livejournal.com]

I'm content to kneel there and let him pet my hair. I could stay like this for a long time. I haven't felt this content since - I don't know. Since I went to sleep lying with Val, I think, with his arm around me. The thought makes me sad. Everything was simpler, then.

"You should go now."

I look up at him. I don't want to go. I don't try to hide that from him. But I'm so very tired, as well, after this. "Must I?" The corner of my mouth's turned up: half a smile.

[al-shairan.livejournal.com]

He gives me a little smile, and I tug his hair lightly.

"Yes," I say. I stand up and walk back to the window, light another cigarette and draw on it. I glance back at him. "I am pleased that you found me again."

[tezcatl-ipoca.livejournal.com]

I stand up when he walks away. My legs are shaky under me. "I am pleased that you found me again."

I go across to him and gently take the cigarette from between his fingers, puff on it. It helps the wobbly feeling. "I am, too. Even though you complicate everything."

I lean in and kiss his cheek, pass the cigarette back. "I think I may sleep for a week."

[al-shairan.livejournal.com]

I have to snort a little at his cheek. No one else would dare treat me so casually.

"Here," I say, taking another cigarette out of the case, and I tuck it behind his ear. "For later."

I turn back to the window, and do not look round as he leaves. He looks very small as he walks out of the tower, and I put the cigarette back in my mouth, taste him on it, and then let it drop from the window, a tiny glint of light falling towards the earth.