How to save a life

Jefferson Soul · 08-01-2010, 09:05 PM

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Okay, closing this, and we gonna start a new one! Big Grin

The second he turned, a flurry of thoughts crowded his mind and blinded his gaze. It was unusual that he had allowed her so close, a complete stranger from a differing clan. Had he trusted her, perhaps, because she smelled so strongly of Cour des Miracles? Had he been subconsciously hopeful that somehow, anyhow, she had a connection to the son who hated him? Had she held conversations with Heath, known him as he grew older, befriended him? Had she, did she, know him as a honest creature and not the hateful, unforgiving being that refused to let his father learn anything else? Perhaps it was the gentleness she possessed, the innocence in her eyes, as if she had never known trauma and pain like he, as if she did not know the stain of killing and murder, of blood between fingers. She was delicate like a flower, beautiful, untouched. He was certain this was wrong, in the end—no soul in these lands didn't have a history of pain—but he envied the innocence she projected, for he projected none of it and never had.

Her voice cut through his thoughts, breaking the room back to silence like shattered glass. He peered wearily over his shoulder, green eye thinned, and turned only when she extended a handful of herbs at his chest. Medicine? No one had ever offered him such a thing; strangers only offered more and more questions, gaping stares, but never offers of assistance. He didn't want it, and yet he found himself baffled by the friendly extension. The girl barely knew him, and yet she offered her advice selflessly, even if he might not have taken it.

Jefferson's stomach lurched. He spoke nothing of the sensation, of the sickly feeling, but raised scarred fingers to delicately pluck the leaves from her palms. He held them to his eye, scowling briefly at their stripes, before delicately tucking them into the chest pocket of his flannel. A pause. "Thank you," he said finally, an unheard of appreciation in his tone. He allowed his eye to glance at her once more and nodded, a slight smile cracking at his scars. "Say hello to Heath," he said quietly, then stopped himself and redirected his words. "N-Not from me, but... just say hello."

And before she could ask, he brushed through the door and was gone.

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