“God, that is a really good idea,” he whispered, narrowing eyes and squinting into the shadows above and beyond her head, which loomed large and shrank away, looking like solid entities as the chemicals did their number on his brain. The buttons. The possibilities were endless. Maybe someday, years from today, he’d learn to move objects he didn’t have within his line of sight, and then he could seriously torment her.
But he kept such thoughts to himself, instead capturing her hand and kissing the back of it. “Where do you want to go?” Brian walked backwards and guided her toward the nearest intersection, each step bringing them farther into the light. “What do you want to do? Are you hungry, are you thirsty? Are you tired of wearing clothes?”
The noise of the Dive increased as they neared the curb and its front door, which had been propped open to better circulate air and attract patrons.
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on 2013-10-20 03:39 am (UTC)But he kept such thoughts to himself, instead capturing her hand and kissing the back of it. “Where do you want to go?” Brian walked backwards and guided her toward the nearest intersection, each step bringing them farther into the light. “What do you want to do? Are you hungry, are you thirsty? Are you tired of wearing clothes?”
The noise of the Dive increased as they neared the curb and its front door, which had been propped open to better circulate air and attract patrons.