Post by Theo Bowre on May 19, 2011 1:46:26 GMT -5
[[OOC: Caution for Mature Content]]
"I don't think you understand me, Mr. Bowre. The girl's not going anywhere."
It seemed impossible that a hand could be so small. It fit perfectly inside his calloused palm as though it were meant to rest there, in safe keeping, until such a time that its owner could care for herself. Tiny fingers with dirty fingernails traced his love and life lines. Hardly a whisper of a touch. Impossible to be so small.
"No, Mr. Collins. You don't understand me. You're going to turn around and walk away and you're not going to look back."
"Yeah? Or what?"
"Or I'll end you."
"You and what army, friend?"
"Just me."
He feared the child had a cold. She seemed to rely heavily on breathing through her mouth and inhaled with a slight wheezing that sounded like air through a partially opened pane. As she stood mesmerized by the man's hand, he removed his overcoat with his free arm and gently draped it around her shoulders. She was lost in the mountain of charcoal-coloured wool but at least she would be warm. It also partially concealed her uncle's body.
"You can buy the girl but you can't have her for free. No man gets that deal."
He knelt down in front of her as she grabbed his thumbs, each with one hand. For the first time they made eye contact. He marvelled at her strength.
"You have sad eyes." Her whisper was hardly above the wind. "I don't want to go back."
"You don't have to, pumpkin. You don't have to."
He wanted to hold her but knew he couldn't. It would be on her terms. For the first time. He licked the base of his thumb and washed away the dried blood on her temple and the grime on her cheekbone. Her skin was a ghostly pale against the nimbus-laden sky; the white-blond tendrils of her hair speaking more than their conversation.
"They won't find you in the Giant's. You fall upon these rocks and the waters will carry you to Hell."
"I'm a steady foot."
"Is that right? Well it seems to me those feet have overstepped their bounds."
"Hm. Not as bad as your slipping out of your pants though, is it? I'll take my chances."
"Your choice. Crucio!
He rose from the ground and looked to the eroded rocks behind him, tall dark pillars like a skeleton in the sea. The body rose and sank with each incoming wave and the blood that once stained the offender's chest was now lost upon the Giant's Causeway.
"Avada Kedavra!"
She took two steps for his one, dragging the length of his jacket along the rain-soaked, emerald grass. Her hand found its way back in to his and she strode towards the carriage as though she knew precisely where she was going.
"Are you going to jail."
"I don't think so."
"Can I have a pink bedroom?"
"Um, sure. Yes. Absolutely. You know where we're going?"
"I had a dream. It was my first one."
"Ah."
"What's your name?"
"Theo."
"I'm Sasha."
"I don't think you understand me, Mr. Bowre. The girl's not going anywhere."
It seemed impossible that a hand could be so small. It fit perfectly inside his calloused palm as though it were meant to rest there, in safe keeping, until such a time that its owner could care for herself. Tiny fingers with dirty fingernails traced his love and life lines. Hardly a whisper of a touch. Impossible to be so small.
"No, Mr. Collins. You don't understand me. You're going to turn around and walk away and you're not going to look back."
"Yeah? Or what?"
"Or I'll end you."
"You and what army, friend?"
"Just me."
He feared the child had a cold. She seemed to rely heavily on breathing through her mouth and inhaled with a slight wheezing that sounded like air through a partially opened pane. As she stood mesmerized by the man's hand, he removed his overcoat with his free arm and gently draped it around her shoulders. She was lost in the mountain of charcoal-coloured wool but at least she would be warm. It also partially concealed her uncle's body.
"You can buy the girl but you can't have her for free. No man gets that deal."
He knelt down in front of her as she grabbed his thumbs, each with one hand. For the first time they made eye contact. He marvelled at her strength.
"You have sad eyes." Her whisper was hardly above the wind. "I don't want to go back."
"You don't have to, pumpkin. You don't have to."
He wanted to hold her but knew he couldn't. It would be on her terms. For the first time. He licked the base of his thumb and washed away the dried blood on her temple and the grime on her cheekbone. Her skin was a ghostly pale against the nimbus-laden sky; the white-blond tendrils of her hair speaking more than their conversation.
"They won't find you in the Giant's. You fall upon these rocks and the waters will carry you to Hell."
"I'm a steady foot."
"Is that right? Well it seems to me those feet have overstepped their bounds."
"Hm. Not as bad as your slipping out of your pants though, is it? I'll take my chances."
"Your choice. Crucio!
He rose from the ground and looked to the eroded rocks behind him, tall dark pillars like a skeleton in the sea. The body rose and sank with each incoming wave and the blood that once stained the offender's chest was now lost upon the Giant's Causeway.
"Avada Kedavra!"
She took two steps for his one, dragging the length of his jacket along the rain-soaked, emerald grass. Her hand found its way back in to his and she strode towards the carriage as though she knew precisely where she was going.
"Are you going to jail."
"I don't think so."
"Can I have a pink bedroom?"
"Um, sure. Yes. Absolutely. You know where we're going?"
"I had a dream. It was my first one."
"Ah."
"What's your name?"
"Theo."
"I'm Sasha."
