Truthfully, he wanted to see the house, to pick up the chipped cups and scavenged toys that had been with her from child to woman.
"You cannot know if you do not try. You cannot feed your guilt every opportunity that comes your way. I went down that road. It leads precisely nowhere." He stood too. The light was warm and flattered his features, making him look less gruff, less bitten by experience. But his eyes narrowed. "Jin Yasuba will beg you. I beg noone." His pride had finally caught up with him, and besideswhich he had not understood her offer. Later he might crawl in with her or allow her to crawl in with him. But tonight he'd sleep on an inflatable mattress with someone's elbow in his eye, or in his mech's cockpit.
He only then realized that they'd been having this little spat in the middle of a party. He glared at anyone who dared to look as if this was any way unusual. The apocalyptic mood had been infectious anyway, and their was hardly the only breakup (or reunion) happening.
He turned to storm off, wishing desperately for his dress uniform, with its long cape, that would sweep around as he did so.
He walked away rather mechanically, maniacally focused on not looking back, climbed the wall and was gone into the night. Noone seemed inclined to want to pursue him.
That night, he watched the inhabitants of the hangar from inside his mech's cockpit, willing himself back to the state of cold, ambitious indifference he'd been in six months ago. If she does not deserve it, then neither do you, sibkin-slayer. Perhaps your genechildren will erase the stain on your honor, but not you, and not her.
He slept there, a position guaranteed to cause cramps to the back, knees and neck. As he did, he saw her framed by the firelight again, and even more beautiful for it, burning a piece of paper in her hand. Then with horror he realized her hand was a mech's fist, bloody and covered in glasstic shards...
Adette watched him go, her eyes chasing after him into the darkness. She had half a mind to run after him, but the other half kept her firmly rooted in place.
She was frozen there until a strong hand clapped her on the shoulder. Adette turned and looking into the worn eyes of her eldest brother. He hadn't wanted to accept the stories at first, that Adette had told him of the outside world, but now no one could deny.
"You made your bed, little sister, now you have to lay in it." Adette nodded, she knew he was right. "You have powerful tastes. This Micheal must be a hell of a man for you to turn this fellow away. I know that look in your eyes." All at once, her other brother came out of no where, did they share some kind of weird telepathy or what? "You'd have to be blind to not see it. Your swoon, your sigh. It's so obvious." He poked his sister in the cheek with a calloused finger. "Don't deny it." The only people in the the world who thought of her as a 'lil sis' instead of a big one. "Screw you guys. I'm going to bed." Adette swept away from them and off towards their little house.
Adette laid awake in her hammock for a long time, but sleep was calling more powerful than her racing thoughts. Before she fell asleep before she could get to deep into an argument with herself, she closed out, leaving the sounds of the world far away.
"You cannot know if you do not try. You cannot feed your guilt every opportunity that comes your way. I went down that road. It leads precisely nowhere." He stood too. The light was warm and flattered his features, making him look less gruff, less bitten by experience. But his eyes narrowed. "Jin Yasuba will beg you. I beg noone." His pride had finally caught up with him, and besideswhich he had not understood her offer. Later he might crawl in with her or allow her to crawl in with him. But tonight he'd sleep on an inflatable mattress with someone's elbow in his eye, or in his mech's cockpit.
He only then realized that they'd been having this little spat in the middle of a party. He glared at anyone who dared to look as if this was any way unusual. The apocalyptic mood had been infectious anyway, and their was hardly the only breakup (or reunion) happening.
He turned to storm off, wishing desperately for his dress uniform, with its long cape, that would sweep around as he did so.
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"That's what I'm afraid of." Though her answer was short, her voice filled with an uncontrollable softness, and longing.
Adette reached out to stop him, but found her feet very much frozen in place.
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That night, he watched the inhabitants of the hangar from inside his mech's cockpit, willing himself back to the state of cold, ambitious indifference he'd been in six months ago. If she does not deserve it, then neither do you, sibkin-slayer. Perhaps your genechildren will erase the stain on your honor, but not you, and not her.
He slept there, a position guaranteed to cause cramps to the back, knees and neck. As he did, he saw her framed by the firelight again, and even more beautiful for it, burning a piece of paper in her hand. Then with horror he realized her hand was a mech's fist, bloody and covered in glasstic shards...
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Adette watched him go, her eyes chasing after him into the darkness. She had half a mind to run after him, but the other half kept her firmly rooted in place.
She was frozen there until a strong hand clapped her on the shoulder. Adette turned and looking into the worn eyes of her eldest brother. He hadn't wanted to accept the stories at first, that Adette had told him of the outside world, but now no one could deny.
"You made your bed, little sister, now you have to lay in it."
Adette nodded, she knew he was right.
"You have powerful tastes. This Micheal must be a hell of a man for you to turn this fellow away. I know that look in your eyes." All at once, her other brother came out of no where, did they share some kind of weird telepathy or what?
"You'd have to be blind to not see it. Your swoon, your sigh. It's so obvious." He poked his sister in the cheek with a calloused finger. "Don't deny it."
The only people in the the world who thought of her as a 'lil sis' instead of a big one.
"Screw you guys. I'm going to bed." Adette swept away from them and off towards their little house.
Adette laid awake in her hammock for a long time, but sleep was calling more powerful than her racing thoughts. Before she fell asleep before she could get to deep into an argument with herself, she closed out, leaving the sounds of the world far away.
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