Caught in between all I wish for and all I need

Jefferson Soul · 04-25-2010, 01:14 PM

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There was wariness in her step, her tone, her presence; he could sense the uneasiness even before he'd opened the door, but had not commented on it. To look her in the eyes was devastating, as in her behavior now she already seemed like a hollow shell of her former self, and Jefferson could only wonder if and when she would ever make a full recovery--of her mind, not her body. He concerned himself more with worries that the Geneva he'd learned so much about would be lost from him forever, taken so suddenly that the cyclops could already see the changes happening in himself as well--for once he forced smiles, which he'd never even bothered to do when so much bitterness sizzled inside him before. Jefferson could feel himself finding that old hole he'd known so well, peering into its vast darkness, its endless bottom, and wondering what would happen if he were to fall in again. Would his walls be rebuilt? Would there be someone to break through them again, as she had?

She pushed past him and subtly directed him to the bed. Jefferson remained stiff at the door, hand still at its knob, and simply watched her in silence--he moved only after a long pause, and said nothing as he collapsed down on the corner of the mattress. The Patriarch could only imagine the number of things she wanted to talk about, amongst the number of things he had wanted so much to ask--why had she been up there in the first place? Had she slipped, or was it on purpose? Had he done something he hadn't known about that offended her? Where did she want to go from here?

But Jefferson simply sat there, silent. Green rune glowed at her, sad and sympathetic, and awaited her next words.

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