07-28-2011, 12:00 PM
((WC: 354))((Hope you don't mind, but with all that's happening, Tal wants to see Sky. LOL))
He'd brought his hammer and a few books to the house Sky frequented. In his pocket, in a small box, was the necklace he'd found days before he'd met Sky. A small amethyst star was attached to a silver chain. The chain was long enough it wouldn't choke the female, but short enough it wouldn't fall off of her. He walked up the stairs, his eyes darting to the skulls on the porch. An eerie feeling crossed his spine, but he shrugged it off. If she kept them there, there must be good reason.
He licked his lips, feeling nervous. As he'd said before, he was good with the written word, but not so good with the spoken word. He'd spent too much time with only his mother growing up. There was good reason for that. Noah had always been Daddy's boy... though he doubted the black soul had raped Noah. No, instead he'd beat Noah to the point where he would never talk normally again. At least Deuce had only been fond of the drink, and of... other physical pursuits. Two things that hardly ever interested the white furred scholar, if ever. He could count the times on one hand he'd had a physically intimate relationship. With Sky it was different. It was an emotional attachment he had to her, not the collar of slavery, not a one night stand from lust. He honestly believed he was falling in love with her.
He knocked on the door, wishing he had more than a small black box to hold. The books were in his pack, the hammer hung from a loop in his jeans. He licked his lips again, suddenly feeling foolish, and very weak in the knees. His heart was racing as he waited for the woman to answer. His mind was churning with enough 'what if's that he almost turned and fled. What if she wasn't home? What if she was? What if she laughed? What if she cried? What if... and this one hurt him more than any thing else... what if she and Shawchert were going to work things out?
He'd brought his hammer and a few books to the house Sky frequented. In his pocket, in a small box, was the necklace he'd found days before he'd met Sky. A small amethyst star was attached to a silver chain. The chain was long enough it wouldn't choke the female, but short enough it wouldn't fall off of her. He walked up the stairs, his eyes darting to the skulls on the porch. An eerie feeling crossed his spine, but he shrugged it off. If she kept them there, there must be good reason.
He licked his lips, feeling nervous. As he'd said before, he was good with the written word, but not so good with the spoken word. He'd spent too much time with only his mother growing up. There was good reason for that. Noah had always been Daddy's boy... though he doubted the black soul had raped Noah. No, instead he'd beat Noah to the point where he would never talk normally again. At least Deuce had only been fond of the drink, and of... other physical pursuits. Two things that hardly ever interested the white furred scholar, if ever. He could count the times on one hand he'd had a physically intimate relationship. With Sky it was different. It was an emotional attachment he had to her, not the collar of slavery, not a one night stand from lust. He honestly believed he was falling in love with her.
He knocked on the door, wishing he had more than a small black box to hold. The books were in his pack, the hammer hung from a loop in his jeans. He licked his lips again, suddenly feeling foolish, and very weak in the knees. His heart was racing as he waited for the woman to answer. His mind was churning with enough 'what if's that he almost turned and fled. What if she wasn't home? What if she was? What if she laughed? What if she cried? What if... and this one hurt him more than any thing else... what if she and Shawchert were going to work things out?