there is always tryst:
Writing for Tryst...and Johnny Depp? RAWR! The quintessential bad boy.
*His hand was warm and strong. It reminded her of another hand in another moment, very like this, right here in this room.
She raised her eyes once again to meet his. But God how could she be so strong? And how could he bear to watch as the the fairy lights filled the dawn and spilled their essence down her cheeks. No sob broke her silence, her lips remained unquivering, there was no dramatics in this woman. Simply a silent testimony to a being she once loved, perhaps still did.*
He tried so many times to explain all this to me. I was so self involved that his pain became a mere shadow before my own. I cannot bear to think he suffers now and there is nothing I can do about it.
*Her iron will threatend to break, the words began to falter...long pauses lingered between each before she could force them from her lips. *
----
*The voice that spoke those words did not belong to the man before her. She heard Harbonah and gasped aloud.*
Fallen?
*That whispered word was a plea, an entreaty, not begging, simply imbued with every emotion she felt for him. It hung in the air and enchoed in the arch of time. Even God heard her and stopped to watch this women he had come to know well. His lovely daughter, his nemesis and the only being in all of time that could speak from her heart directly to His Angel's; no matter where he was.*
Yes
*She barely whispered*
Yes, yes, yes! He said it over and over and over again. That horrible night in La Chat Noir's parking lot. Here in this room, with the table between us. In the dark, in the light, when no one else could reach me; when no one else dared try. He braved it all, he stood in the path of my rage, my self loathing, my...hatred. He helped me exorcise the ghost that had haunted me, waking and sleeping. He...he...he
*a hiccup of breath that was barely audible*
He left me whole...when I should have been shattered.
*It was the end of her strength finally. Her knees gave way beneath her and she sank bonelessly to the floor. Her hands covered her face, but still she did not sob aloud...quiet grief all her own.*
Click to view*His hand was warm and strong. It reminded her of another hand in another moment, very like this, right here in this room.
She raised her eyes once again to meet his. But God how could she be so strong? And how could he bear to watch as the the fairy lights filled the dawn and spilled their essence down her cheeks. No sob broke her silence, her lips remained unquivering, there was no dramatics in this woman. Simply a silent testimony to a being she once loved, perhaps still did.*
He tried so many times to explain all this to me. I was so self involved that his pain became a mere shadow before my own. I cannot bear to think he suffers now and there is nothing I can do about it.
*Her iron will threatend to break, the words began to falter...long pauses lingered between each before she could force them from her lips. *
----
*The voice that spoke those words did not belong to the man before her. She heard Harbonah and gasped aloud.*
Fallen?
*That whispered word was a plea, an entreaty, not begging, simply imbued with every emotion she felt for him. It hung in the air and enchoed in the arch of time. Even God heard her and stopped to watch this women he had come to know well. His lovely daughter, his nemesis and the only being in all of time that could speak from her heart directly to His Angel's; no matter where he was.*
Yes
*She barely whispered*
Yes, yes, yes! He said it over and over and over again. That horrible night in La Chat Noir's parking lot. Here in this room, with the table between us. In the dark, in the light, when no one else could reach me; when no one else dared try. He braved it all, he stood in the path of my rage, my self loathing, my...hatred. He helped me exorcise the ghost that had haunted me, waking and sleeping. He...he...he
*a hiccup of breath that was barely audible*
He left me whole...when I should have been shattered.
*It was the end of her strength finally. Her knees gave way beneath her and she sank bonelessly to the floor. Her hands covered her face, but still she did not sob aloud...quiet grief all her own.*