"No." She had stopped 5 meters from the back porch, waiting quiet in the grass, staring at him with an unreadable expression. Laura looked small, more teenager than weapon, covered in dirt and filth from the woods, wearing a t-shirt and jeans instead of the old black leather and latex. Her hands hung easy at her sides, claws pricking behind the skin of her knuckles.
There were still ants running down her legs, nipping at her ankles. A twig in her hair poking at her ear. She pulled it out, dropping it to the ground, and did not smooth her hair. "I came alone." It was flat, honest.
"I wanted to see you." It was statement of fact, not confession, and she hadn't paused to say it. It was different with Daken; she was not hesitant, as she might have been with others. It did not matter if he believed her or not.
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Date: 2012-07-22 04:14 pm (UTC)There were still ants running down her legs, nipping at her ankles. A twig in her hair poking at her ear. She pulled it out, dropping it to the ground, and did not smooth her hair. "I came alone." It was flat, honest.
"I wanted to see you." It was statement of fact, not confession, and she hadn't paused to say it. It was different with Daken; she was not hesitant, as she might have been with others. It did not matter if he believed her or not.