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[thanoodles]

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Al...tern'tive.

mary "crazy woman" st croix: to the tune of tom waits

[motherof_bone]

And fishes make wishes on you... dig deep in your heart for the little red glow... we're decomposing as we go...

[standardmodel]

[there is a pause before he gives her a proper reaction. Her presence always makes him uncomfortable. Afraid.

He isn't quite sure if he can understand.]

Nnot the first.

[motherof_bone]

Amoral. [She smiles at him. The proper reaction is fear.]

It's been so long, Amoral.

[standardmodel]

[His eyes are locked on her. He tries to take on other emotions.]

Wwwhat is on the--the list?

[motherof_bone]

[Light fingertips reach out, drawing a line down his nose.]

Anything you can think of.

[standardmodel]

[he snatches his head away, rejecting her touch.]

Two. Let--ters.

[motherof_bone]

You'll hurt my feelings, you will.

[Her hand lingers there in the air a long time, not reaching but not retreating either. No, Amoral? How cruel.]

[standardmodel]

[he lowers his head.]

Sss--sun.

[motherof_bone]

[She inhales, as if surprised, dead bitch hasn't needed to breathe for hundreds of years, but she's an actress at heart, a liar, a puppeteer.]

And only pretending to care. Such liars, you men, always such liars.

[standardmodel]

[and now there's a frown. He didn't lie. He wouldn't lie to her. He wouldn't pretend to care about someone so vile.]

Cross.

[motherof_bone]

[A smile. Whether she twists his euphemisms purposefully or manically is debatable, but she says to him,]

Have you ever been up on a cross, Amoral?

[She doesn't touch him, but her fingers curl at him threateningly. She'd love to see him nailed up, she would. Doesn't want to cut him open, wants to keep him in one piece, hanging there like a pretty pretty butterfly. Oh she wishes he would look into her mind again, so many new things she would show him.]

[standardmodel]

[There's a twist in his face; he wants to get away from her. Why hasn't he done that yet? There's so much danger in her. She makes him forget who he is and what he's supposed to do every time they cross paths. He should have reported her to the Kings by now. The Kings would know what to do.]

Cross. C--cross. Alt-tternative.

[motherof_bone]

[So much danger, but those enormous eyes of hers have that effect on many, keeps them rooted long after the bloodlust has turned her frothing, screaming, raging. But Amoral is not like her prey, she should have killed him by now, but she just doesn't want to do it her way.]

So pretty. You would look so pretty twitching against the wood, boy.

[standardmodel]

The wind--b--blows... hard.

[motherof_bone]

Winds of hell blow warm, Amoral.

[She whispers it wickedly, twisting his images back at him.]