03-23-2009, 03:44 PM
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Perhaps she had always been fascinated by those terrible depths. There had never been a point in her life that was safe, predictable. Aurèle had fallen from grace years ago, as Icarus with his wax wings. The sun would destroy them both before the end of this. She had no doubt they would burn alive, screaming, and revel in it.
She heard his words, and she continued to smile. She was moving, perhaps not entirely of her own will.
“Are you so absolutely certain that nothing will ever happen to you? That there are no consequences?” Aurèle had believed that once. She still clung to that knowledge, desperate, knowing that it was futile.
One hand reached for his face, seeking to close the physical distance between them.
Perhaps she had always been fascinated by those terrible depths. There had never been a point in her life that was safe, predictable. Aurèle had fallen from grace years ago, as Icarus with his wax wings. The sun would destroy them both before the end of this. She had no doubt they would burn alive, screaming, and revel in it.
She heard his words, and she continued to smile. She was moving, perhaps not entirely of her own will.
“Are you so absolutely certain that nothing will ever happen to you? That there are no consequences?” Aurèle had believed that once. She still clung to that knowledge, desperate, knowing that it was futile.
One hand reached for his face, seeking to close the physical distance between them.