Monday, December 20, 2010

Stoney looks at Raina. This is something he knows has to be done, but doesn't know how, or what to do, to fix her fingers. He kisses Alise' cheek. The spike of Ike's agony tugs at him and he blocks her out. Alise does not need to feel Ike's pain as well as her own.

Stoney moves his legs and winces. The stain on his jeans is wet again. He knows he needs to care for his own wounds before he rests, or he will have deep scars.

Loup-garou condamné... He didn't mean for it to slip. He feels Alise touch his mind. Non mon Chaton. It is nothing. You need more attention than I do.

He watches her face become stubborn. It is the same look she had as a child. He never could argue with her when that look crossed her face."Alright. Stay where you are. Do NOT try to follow me." He avoids looking at Raina and Nicholas, knowing he sounded like a whipped man.

Moving into the small kitchen, Stoney finds someone has mixed the clay, leaving it covered with a wet cloth. He detours into the bathroom and grabs a bathsheet. The jeans peel off, causing enough pain that he grits his teeth. Alise tries to touch his mind and he keeps her away from the pain.

Wrapping the towel around his waist, he takes the bowl with him into the bedroom. Kneeling by the head board, Stoney blocks his pain and begins to smooth the clay into the deep gashes. The minor scrapes and cuts he ignores. In a few minutes the wounds are plastered. Stoney runs his hands over the clay, forming it to his contours.

"Satisfied mon amour?" Her half smile is enough.

"I found a new song, mon Chaton. Close your eyes and listen..."

Time, is going by, so much faster than I,
And I'm starting to regret not spending all of it with you.
Now I'm, wondering why, I've kept this bottled inside,
So I'm starting to regret not telling all of it to you.
So if I haven't yet, I've gotta let you know...

You're Never gonna be alone!
From this moment on, if you ever feel like letting go,
I won't let you fall...
You're never gonna be alone!
I'll hold you 'til the hurt is gone.

And now, as long as I can, I'm holding on with both hands,
Coz forever I believe that there's nothing I could need but you,
So if I haven't yet, I've gotta let you know...


The song drifted off as Alise slid into a restless sleep.


*damned loup-garou

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