He takes my hand and it feels like a drumbeat far away when our blood comes near each other.
Tezcatlipoca.
The blood don't feel the same and his hand don't feel the same, but it's still there. I hold on tight, and smile.
"You came apart too," I say to her, "and came back together. I'm - glad. That you're alright."
"Thanks," I sniffle. "It - it was 'cause of you that I got fixed. So…thanks."
He lets go, and he's still lookin' at me kinda funny. I don't know the way this Tez's face works - I can't read the lines like I could on when he was Tez, and I don't know what all of his expressions mean. But it's him, and I know it's him.
"...Are you painting?"
"Yeah." I smile again when he asks, 'cause it feels like old times, sorta. "I done some pretty good stuff, too." Zann and the carousel. She was broke and come back together too. Not all the way, not as much as I wanted or she wanted, but enough to make her not hurt all the time, and that makes me smile a little too. "Not much for myself no more. Ain't much to paint or draw 'round here that I ain't already done."
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Date: 2013-06-23 01:18 pm (UTC)Tezcatlipoca.
The blood don't feel the same and his hand don't feel the same, but it's still there. I hold on tight, and smile.
"You came apart too," I say to her, "and came back together. I'm - glad. That you're alright."
"Thanks," I sniffle. "It - it was 'cause of you that I got fixed. So…thanks."
He lets go, and he's still lookin' at me kinda funny. I don't know the way this Tez's face works - I can't read the lines like I could on when he was Tez, and I don't know what all of his expressions mean. But it's him, and I know it's him.
"...Are you painting?"
"Yeah." I smile again when he asks, 'cause it feels like old times, sorta. "I done some pretty good stuff, too." Zann and the carousel. She was broke and come back together too. Not all the way, not as much as I wanted or she wanted, but enough to make her not hurt all the time, and that makes me smile a little too. "Not much for myself no more. Ain't much to paint or draw 'round here that I ain't already done."