?We let ourselves get close only to
finally pull away
we lose ourselves in time & then we
realize today's today oh
memory, like melody,
softly plays.
Concrete Blonde. Memory. (Partial.)
Belial had been back only a few days really, long enough to hunt down Sid, check out the newly renovated WestEnd townhouse and get five or six lectures from Yvette? But so far she?s seen neither hide nor hair of Jodiah.
He?s not the only one on her list? Over the years she?s gathered several whom she deigns to be open to. Yet none of them press upon her nearly as weighty as Jodiah. And after the conversation shared with Sid the other night, there are some questions she feels needs answers.
Having lost her mental connections during her time ?away? Bel has since discovered that she can only reconnect through touch. Not just a casual graze either, but with skin to skin contact with conscious intention. Once upon a time it was as easy as a thought? Somehow that has all changed.
In fact? Many things about her have mysteriously changed?
Perhaps her current quest is a way to ignore what?s happened to her? A distraction? A way to keep her thoughts busy on a purpose that has a start and a finish? Where questions may have answers and not hang suspended in front of her taunting and teasing? Or maybe it?s far deeper than she wishes to confess?
Either way, Belial is looking for Jodiah? tenaciously.
She begins her search at the Red Dragon Inn, where Jodiah kept a room. It was the last place she?d seen him? Lying in that death-like trance, lost somewhere between life and death.
Those memories unfortunately remain intact?
How helpless she?d felt, how lost. There was nothing she could do to help him, nothing she could do?
Belial doesn?t like feeling powerless; she?s a ?doer? not a ?waiter?. Patience may be a virtue but it?s not one of hers. Seeing him like that had only driven her further over the brink, cementing her need to get out of Rhy?Din, to *do* something productive.
Ok, maybe what she decided to do wasn?t all that smart in hindsight. At the time however it had felt *right*? and it was better than standing around waiting for Jodiah to die or Lucky?s body to be found.
In retrospect, neither Lucky nor Jodiah ended up dead. Well? she had done what she needed to do to avoid going insane.
finally pull away
we lose ourselves in time & then we
realize today's today oh
memory, like melody,
softly plays.
Concrete Blonde. Memory. (Partial.)
Belial had been back only a few days really, long enough to hunt down Sid, check out the newly renovated WestEnd townhouse and get five or six lectures from Yvette? But so far she?s seen neither hide nor hair of Jodiah.
He?s not the only one on her list? Over the years she?s gathered several whom she deigns to be open to. Yet none of them press upon her nearly as weighty as Jodiah. And after the conversation shared with Sid the other night, there are some questions she feels needs answers.
Having lost her mental connections during her time ?away? Bel has since discovered that she can only reconnect through touch. Not just a casual graze either, but with skin to skin contact with conscious intention. Once upon a time it was as easy as a thought? Somehow that has all changed.
In fact? Many things about her have mysteriously changed?
Perhaps her current quest is a way to ignore what?s happened to her? A distraction? A way to keep her thoughts busy on a purpose that has a start and a finish? Where questions may have answers and not hang suspended in front of her taunting and teasing? Or maybe it?s far deeper than she wishes to confess?
Either way, Belial is looking for Jodiah? tenaciously.
She begins her search at the Red Dragon Inn, where Jodiah kept a room. It was the last place she?d seen him? Lying in that death-like trance, lost somewhere between life and death.
Those memories unfortunately remain intact?
How helpless she?d felt, how lost. There was nothing she could do to help him, nothing she could do?
Belial doesn?t like feeling powerless; she?s a ?doer? not a ?waiter?. Patience may be a virtue but it?s not one of hers. Seeing him like that had only driven her further over the brink, cementing her need to get out of Rhy?Din, to *do* something productive.
Ok, maybe what she decided to do wasn?t all that smart in hindsight. At the time however it had felt *right*? and it was better than standing around waiting for Jodiah to die or Lucky?s body to be found.
In retrospect, neither Lucky nor Jodiah ended up dead. Well? she had done what she needed to do to avoid going insane.