09-18-2018, 08:59 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-18-2018, 10:34 PM by Marcus DuBois.)
In the dark, lit only by the stars and galaxies he had woven, she seemed to float across the sky. The dress, hiding her feet, decorated with diamonds and jewels, only served to heighten the illusion. Her smokey eyes and bright wide smile, hair a halo about her head, completed the tapestry. She was a goddess of the sky.
And Marcus felt something curious. He remembered Elena. A sweet girl from one of the homes. She had taught him Spanish. He hadn't thought of her since Spectra. An entirely different situation. That was cat and mouse, hunter and prey, both of them alternating. It was not the meeting of equals, nor was there respect. It was the casual using of two people jockeying for control.
Elena, though, had been his friend. Only one of a few, if that. Even as Andre looked out for him (and he hadn't thought of Andre in months, he realized), it had been as protector. And protectee, given his sweet naive nature. But Elena...his friend. Nothing more. But nothing less. A glimmer of light in the darkness that was his world.
And then he was gone, off to yet another home. It had been the worst one. And he always wondered what had happened to her. A young pretty girl like that was at the mercy of so many terrible desires. Malik had come to him then. His companion. His other-self. Had taught him strength. Power. Control. And hunger. Malik was what Andre should have been. Malik saved him, had brought him here.
There was something of Elena in her face, in the face of Dr. Danika Zayed. But it was more. Marcus remembered (he actually remembered!) being hopeful. Moments of happiness. That was it. And for some reason, that touched him far more than he'd have imagined.
He felt Malik stir protectively, but he pushed him away. Hope is for fools. Your destiny is your own! The words skittered across his mind but he didn't let them destroy this spark.
She spoke. And he found a smile on his face. As if the universe was her plaything, her mind roaming and fluttering here and there, a butterfly alighting on the beauty that was their world. He walked towards her, careful of her dress, took her in his arms to slowly dance to the music, the two of them floating through galaxies and nebulae and stars. "Does that mean that the state of the universe was set in those moments of long ago?," he asked softly.
He kissed her lips briefly. His voice a whisper. "Was my kiss merely the result of some deterministic calculation set in motion when the universe was born?" He stared into her eyes. "Or is there more?"
And Marcus felt something curious. He remembered Elena. A sweet girl from one of the homes. She had taught him Spanish. He hadn't thought of her since Spectra. An entirely different situation. That was cat and mouse, hunter and prey, both of them alternating. It was not the meeting of equals, nor was there respect. It was the casual using of two people jockeying for control.
Elena, though, had been his friend. Only one of a few, if that. Even as Andre looked out for him (and he hadn't thought of Andre in months, he realized), it had been as protector. And protectee, given his sweet naive nature. But Elena...his friend. Nothing more. But nothing less. A glimmer of light in the darkness that was his world.
And then he was gone, off to yet another home. It had been the worst one. And he always wondered what had happened to her. A young pretty girl like that was at the mercy of so many terrible desires. Malik had come to him then. His companion. His other-self. Had taught him strength. Power. Control. And hunger. Malik was what Andre should have been. Malik saved him, had brought him here.
There was something of Elena in her face, in the face of Dr. Danika Zayed. But it was more. Marcus remembered (he actually remembered!) being hopeful. Moments of happiness. That was it. And for some reason, that touched him far more than he'd have imagined.
He felt Malik stir protectively, but he pushed him away. Hope is for fools. Your destiny is your own! The words skittered across his mind but he didn't let them destroy this spark.
She spoke. And he found a smile on his face. As if the universe was her plaything, her mind roaming and fluttering here and there, a butterfly alighting on the beauty that was their world. He walked towards her, careful of her dress, took her in his arms to slowly dance to the music, the two of them floating through galaxies and nebulae and stars. "Does that mean that the state of the universe was set in those moments of long ago?," he asked softly.
He kissed her lips briefly. His voice a whisper. "Was my kiss merely the result of some deterministic calculation set in motion when the universe was born?" He stared into her eyes. "Or is there more?"