[M] the fear of being alone

Pripyat Soul · 11-10-2011, 03:03 PM

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Bright eyes set against the smoky fur of his left socket and the fresh burn scar of his right looked out at Tawny. She maintained that she was not sleeping, and yet she employed the same tactics he had used to dismiss her question. Neither of them would speak of the demons that kept them out wandering. Almost he was about to ask again What are you doing out here? but Pripyat knew it would be useless. They could go back and forth and for the first time since Arye’s ashes had blown away on the beach the boy smiled, a bitter but amused smile. “We are both scarred creatures Tawny, anyone can see that now.” He nodded at her shoulders, indicating he had seen the scars she had once again covered up. Gently he trailed a finger along the long scar he had made across his eye, and the pain that spread in response to his fingertip made him almost smile once more.

“Arye’s gone.” Pripyat wasn’t sure how he managed to say the words, but he had. One of them had to break first, explain themselves and why not him? If Tawny seemed haunted by something, Pripyat was possessed. It was as if Arye’s ghost clung to him, although he was sure that she, if she existed in any form at all, had long forgotten worldly matters and it was only his sorrow that weighed so heavily upon him. “Not gone. Dead.” He amended his words, to make them more clear. And Pripyat felt that was all that needed to be said. Didn’t that explain enough? Explain his sleeplessness? His scar? Why sorrow seemed to hang around him like a bad odor? Without a second thought, as if dismissing her death so quickly he shot the conversation back at Tawny. “And now, what the hell happened to you?”

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