I looked over at Lindsey and shot him a look, wondering if he was the one that was losing his mind and not me. Harmony? If Harmony was our last hope then we really were screwed.
“He can’t keep us down here forever.”
"They will, there isn't a sense of time here. Everyhing's suspended and we're more or less screwed Lindsey." I looked up at him and shook my head, trying to wrap my memories around the thoughts and trying to make a coherent sentence out of the fragments of what I knew. "Nothing ages here, nothing gets old, nothing dies. It's...there's no sense of anything, a void. Hamilton can and will keep us here as long as they want to."
I closed my eyes and rocked slowly on the cot, trying to clear my head and make sense of everything that's jumbling in my mind. It was like a ton of bricks was thrown onto me, making me remember and realize everything that was happening with me.
Secton 33-28.7 of the bylaw's. Any and all liaison's will lose any and all pertinent information about the firm and their life before. Everything will be fabricated and will live out their mortal life until termination.
"Oh god..." I looked at Lindsey as he sat on the cot with me, my hands found his and I used the edge of my shirt to wipe the blood off his knuckles. "Lindsey...I..." I tried to meet his gaze but I couldn't, I didn't want him to see what was in there, how much fear now lived in them.
Wow. That was ... less than comforting. Possibly the polar opposite of comforting. I mean, I'm all for the whole 'nothing dies' aspect of the deal, but as for being stuck in a box like a neglected gerbil for the rest of eternity? Pretty much the Anti-Comfort right there.
"Hamilton might," I admit quietly, studying the bruises circling my wrist where the manacle had been earlier. "But Angel won't. He has too much goddamn fun pissing me off to forget that I'm down here."
I glance over at her and she's rocking. Rocking like a little kid who's scared of a thunderstorm, her eyes staring at nothing.
"Jesus, Eve..."
She takes my hands when I reach for her, blotting at my split knuckles with what's probably a hundred-dollar shirt. "Hey." She's not looking up, so I put my hand under her chin, forcing her to meet my eyes. "Hey, we're in this together, baby. I mean, eternity with you? Not exactly the worst thing that's happened to me. I'll get us out of this. You've just got to trust me, okay?"
Shooting Lindsey a look, I shook my head. "Angel might not but he loves watching you squirm, he's got all of eternity left himself so what better way to keep you around then in here." I shook my head and looked at him bitterly. "Well you always did want to be the object of his attention as he was yours..."
Anyone else would find the idea of forgetting everything and starting over with the person they love some sort of story out of an epic romance novel. I fail to see the good in any of it.
He makes me look him in the eyes and my stomach drops again, making me feel sick. "I trust you." I whispered, turning and curling my body against his, my fingers running over his and trying to take deep breath's. "Things are happening Lindsey and they're scaring me. I never thought that any of this would happen..." I whispered quietly, trying to gather some shred of who I was before the firm started to rape my mind.
I'd point out that I'm really a lot more useful when I'm not stuck in a cage and that he knows it, but she's still talking. Why do we have to talk about Angel? Why do we always have to...
"The object of my attention is getting us out of here," I snap, immediately regretting my tone when she doesn't even summon the energy to roll her eyes at me.
Something's shattering here, like cracks spider-webbing out over a frozen pond, and damned if I can tell if it's me or her doing the breaking. I put my head in my hands, trying to pull myself back together. For her sake.
She shouldn't trust me. Not now, when I know damn well that I can't trust myself anymore. But I put my arms around her when she leans into me, selfishly craving the comfort of her touch. I'm just using you, darlin'. Been using you since we met. And now I can't seem to get untangled and it looks like we're both going down together.
"I didn't exactly see this coming either," I whisper back, closing my eyes and resting my forehead against her shoulder.
He wraps his arms around me and I don't feel like such shattered glass anymore, everything comes to a grinding halt and all I can do is hold onto him and hope that it lasts like this for as long as we can.
There's only so much I can take of all this and I think I've had my fill. Even before I was made mortal the only thing I wanted was Lindsey, that hasn't changed. I don't think his want of Angel has either, although things are far too fragile to keep banging on that theory right now.
"I didn't exactly see this coming either."
"I know," I whisper softly, tightening my arms around his neck and breathing deep, taking his scent in and pressing my nose against his neck. "We have to make it through this, we had plans you know, a lot of them..." Or maybe I was the one with the plans and I just roped myself into believing - and hoping - that Lindsey had the same plans as I did.
Pulling back I run my hands over his face, feeling chilled to the bone at how my hands shook slightly. Without words I leaned up and pressed my lips lightly against his, needing that contact and needing to forget the world... Like we used to in our apartment...before things got complicated.
“He can’t keep us down here forever.”
"They will, there isn't a sense of time here. Everyhing's suspended and we're more or less screwed Lindsey." I looked up at him and shook my head, trying to wrap my memories around the thoughts and trying to make a coherent sentence out of the fragments of what I knew. "Nothing ages here, nothing gets old, nothing dies. It's...there's no sense of anything, a void. Hamilton can and will keep us here as long as they want to."
I closed my eyes and rocked slowly on the cot, trying to clear my head and make sense of everything that's jumbling in my mind. It was like a ton of bricks was thrown onto me, making me remember and realize everything that was happening with me.
Secton 33-28.7 of the bylaw's. Any and all liaison's will lose any and all pertinent information about the firm and their life before. Everything will be fabricated and will live out their mortal life until termination.
"Oh god..." I looked at Lindsey as he sat on the cot with me, my hands found his and I used the edge of my shirt to wipe the blood off his knuckles. "Lindsey...I..." I tried to meet his gaze but I couldn't, I didn't want him to see what was in there, how much fear now lived in them.
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"Hamilton might," I admit quietly, studying the bruises circling my wrist where the manacle had been earlier. "But Angel won't. He has too much goddamn fun pissing me off to forget that I'm down here."
I glance over at her and she's rocking. Rocking like a little kid who's scared of a thunderstorm, her eyes staring at nothing.
"Jesus, Eve..."
She takes my hands when I reach for her, blotting at my split knuckles with what's probably a hundred-dollar shirt. "Hey." She's not looking up, so I put my hand under her chin, forcing her to meet my eyes. "Hey, we're in this together, baby. I mean, eternity with you? Not exactly the worst thing that's happened to me. I'll get us out of this. You've just got to trust me, okay?"
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Anyone else would find the idea of forgetting everything and starting over with the person they love some sort of story out of an epic romance novel. I fail to see the good in any of it.
He makes me look him in the eyes and my stomach drops again, making me feel sick. "I trust you." I whispered, turning and curling my body against his, my fingers running over his and trying to take deep breath's. "Things are happening Lindsey and they're scaring me. I never thought that any of this would happen..." I whispered quietly, trying to gather some shred of who I was before the firm started to rape my mind.
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"The object of my attention is getting us out of here," I snap, immediately regretting my tone when she doesn't even summon the energy to roll her eyes at me.
Something's shattering here, like cracks spider-webbing out over a frozen pond, and damned if I can tell if it's me or her doing the breaking. I put my head in my hands, trying to pull myself back together. For her sake.
She shouldn't trust me. Not now, when I know damn well that I can't trust myself anymore. But I put my arms around her when she leans into me, selfishly craving the comfort of her touch. I'm just using you, darlin'. Been using you since we met. And now I can't seem to get untangled and it looks like we're both going down together.
"I didn't exactly see this coming either," I whisper back, closing my eyes and resting my forehead against her shoulder.
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There's only so much I can take of all this and I think I've had my fill. Even before I was made mortal the only thing I wanted was Lindsey, that hasn't changed. I don't think his want of Angel has either, although things are far too fragile to keep banging on that theory right now.
"I didn't exactly see this coming either."
"I know," I whisper softly, tightening my arms around his neck and breathing deep, taking his scent in and pressing my nose against his neck. "We have to make it through this, we had plans you know, a lot of them..." Or maybe I was the one with the plans and I just roped myself into believing - and hoping - that Lindsey had the same plans as I did.
Pulling back I run my hands over his face, feeling chilled to the bone at how my hands shook slightly. Without words I leaned up and pressed my lips lightly against his, needing that contact and needing to forget the world... Like we used to in our apartment...before things got complicated.
Then again wasn't our lives always complicated?
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