The Most She Will Do Is Throw Shadows At You

Jun 14, 2009 19:13

The Mark's Ranch
Afternoon, Thursday, 23 OctoberPausing on the stoop, feet from the door, I take in a deep breath ( Read more... )

cain, eris

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erisdiscordious June 15 2009, 00:02:33 UTC
There is a sound.

A sound and a breath that comes through the darkness that surrounds me. They pull me out and I rise from the bath in the floor. I silently curse Ares for the lack of servants.

Then I remember he's not here any more.

I don't bother with towel nor robe. Who cares if I drip all over the carpet? Who cares who sees me disrobed? I pull open the door and manage to hide my surprise at the visitor.

"Cain," I say.

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cain_excolo June 15 2009, 00:13:26 UTC
Eris answers the door in the nude and I am not in the least surprised. I am surprised that she is dripping water on the floor and cannot stop my eyes from tracking more than one rivulet as it rolls down her height.

My eyes jump back up to hers when she says my name. In surprise. At least I am not the only one.

"Eris. I have heard and have come to offer my condolences."

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erisdiscordious June 15 2009, 00:31:12 UTC
I bow my head slightly.

"You have our thanks." Then I turn to go, because I will not let someone who has left me twice see my pain.

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cain_excolo June 15 2009, 00:34:32 UTC
She thanks me, though it is cold, and she begins to turn away, as though we are already finished.

"Eris. Wait." I hesitate and realize I have stepped forward to place my hand on the door and keep it open. Were she to want it closed, I would not present much obstacle to that goal, but the action of it may speak earnestly enough to her. "I am sorry. About how our last conversation went. I- I was wrong."

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