Topic: Richard Cypher?

Dr.Tzadikim

Date: 2016-08-28 21:03 EST
The woman, no, the girl, lowered her head to stare at the book she held. A white tendril of hair fell against her pale cheek as she stood there, weakly. She was an image in chiaroscuro in the Tea house. She was white skin, white hair, wrapped up in the blackest of hoods, and the most raven of cloaks whose folds and recesses completely swallowed her and kept her from view. She was all drama as she stood there in front of the fire. She felt the heat of it but it, too, was pale in comparison to the sensations that were slowly ebbing from her as the experience of the portal still drifted away like so much smoke and heat-haze. Magic left her like a lover, as it was wont to do, but tonight it was also a thief and it left her like a catspaw.

Her thumb traced the map on the deep blue cover of the book she held. Did she trace the path they had taken together" Did she trace a route on this map" Did the journey even exist in space and time or had she travelled the inner tracts of him' or her" Who was Richard Cypher" What a stupid question. But she realized, as the door closed behind the stranger that didn't feel all that strange anymore, that that was the only name she knew. She knew his regard for a fictional man, and she knew how he" Fie. She knew nothing more. She didn't know anything. It didn't matter. What mattered was that she didn't think that this book held what she was looking for. But' Well".now she wasn't sure. He hadn't let her finish looking. His mind had clamped close like an alligator's jaws (a what") or a hunter's trap.

A hunter's trap. She had felt like she was in a hunter's trap.

And she hated it.

At least, she decided, that mostly, she hated it.

She was, for sure, furious. She was furious because she had failed. She was furious because the one god's damn time she needed to be strong she had let herself feel lost and alone. "And for one stupid instant she felt him feel like he could be strong. Like he could change the tides of fate for the better. She felt him want to help someone" and the parts of her that needed help had unfurled and frayed and reached for him. She reached for him with the center of her, and on the tide of magic and mysticism it had felt a furrow and it had felt she could fill it with him. Like an addict it had reached out. It had reached out with caressing fingers and strewn the way with promises and warmth like so many rose petals on the way to a gallows of self-loathing and". Fear and" No. No. She felt tired and invigorated" "lost and yet found, violated and yet permissive, estranged and yet known. All at once. "Gods? she breathed. **** that guy.