08-28-2008, 06:30 PM
DaVinci wasn't certain what was going on, he'd grown to use to the cold shoulder of the world that when he was met with those warm eyes and an open mind he was at a standstill. He expected to see the judgement lingering in those crimson orbs when they turned on him but still there was nothing but warmth showing. No dark hatred, no contempt, disgust or any sort of dispite washing over her lovely features.
The smile she graced him with almost made him turn away, but instead he watched her quietly as she began to deface the leaves from another fern. The soft gentle twirling of the stem was replaced with the leaves gracefully falling from her hand.. making him wonder slightly how a woman could destroy a life so easily and it look so innocent.. and yet the same action he'd performed had seemed nothing more than destructive nature. Perhaps he'd never understand the workings of women but the lack of judgement in her eyes had confused the boy so damned much.
"What?" He exclaimed, the words that she'd asked almost made him lose his composure as his troubled eyes, that had been trailing the path of the dark green leaves flitted back to lock onto those pools of blood that showed she was waiting for his answer. He swollowed against the lump in his throat as he searched those eyes to figure out if she was playing some cruel joke on him, if this was another game.. did she think he was going to use her, hadn't she just said that her mother had thrown her at men for her own selfish needs.
DaVinci rose up from his relaxed composure and tried to scoot himself back a distance from the woman before him but was only met with the rough bark of an old hickory tree blocking his escape. Shaking his head he asked. "I can't make that choice for you.. or any choice for you.. you're free to decide for yourself!" The poor boy really didn't realize that her question might not have been focusing on that manner, but after a life of everyone judging him the first thoughts that ran through his mind was always the worst case senario.
He was a hybrid, more coyote than anything, who was to say that he wouldn't destroy the innocent lives of children. Who's to say that he wouldn't lower himself to the sins of the horrible, that he wouldn't set himself out to abuse, rape, or even murder every mother's little girls and boys. He was the pervert with the candy, the lurker on the dark road, the darkness in the night, a shadow on the way.. He was everything that filled the world's worst nightmares.. and yet he was nothing as well.
The smile she graced him with almost made him turn away, but instead he watched her quietly as she began to deface the leaves from another fern. The soft gentle twirling of the stem was replaced with the leaves gracefully falling from her hand.. making him wonder slightly how a woman could destroy a life so easily and it look so innocent.. and yet the same action he'd performed had seemed nothing more than destructive nature. Perhaps he'd never understand the workings of women but the lack of judgement in her eyes had confused the boy so damned much.
"What?" He exclaimed, the words that she'd asked almost made him lose his composure as his troubled eyes, that had been trailing the path of the dark green leaves flitted back to lock onto those pools of blood that showed she was waiting for his answer. He swollowed against the lump in his throat as he searched those eyes to figure out if she was playing some cruel joke on him, if this was another game.. did she think he was going to use her, hadn't she just said that her mother had thrown her at men for her own selfish needs.
DaVinci rose up from his relaxed composure and tried to scoot himself back a distance from the woman before him but was only met with the rough bark of an old hickory tree blocking his escape. Shaking his head he asked. "I can't make that choice for you.. or any choice for you.. you're free to decide for yourself!" The poor boy really didn't realize that her question might not have been focusing on that manner, but after a life of everyone judging him the first thoughts that ran through his mind was always the worst case senario.
He was a hybrid, more coyote than anything, who was to say that he wouldn't destroy the innocent lives of children. Who's to say that he wouldn't lower himself to the sins of the horrible, that he wouldn't set himself out to abuse, rape, or even murder every mother's little girls and boys. He was the pervert with the candy, the lurker on the dark road, the darkness in the night, a shadow on the way.. He was everything that filled the world's worst nightmares.. and yet he was nothing as well.