04-27-2014, 07:57 PM
Thalia's smile was sweet. She was a doll that'd been splattered by the careless hands of a little girl's painting. Her big eyes fluttered pretty and soft. There was a whimsy to her that reminded Dane of a wind chime clinking in the breeze.
Then she had to go and disagree with him. There was nothing particularly inherent in her difference of opinion that struck a fatalistic match in his heart. She was simply wrong. He would correct her someday soon. "Then perhaps you will critique my work some time? I like to consider myself a professional, but I am only just beginning to perfect the craft."
He nodded reassuringly, but their conversation was cut short by a scream.
Music to his ears.
He glanced in the general direction of the victim. The woman's shrill voice hurt his ears, and Dane pinched the inside of his cheek to keep from silencing her. Others leaped at her beckoning, pressing their grubby palms against the glass completely unaware that a monster had been in their presence the entire time.
He crossed his legs and attempted to discern the sudden source of panic when a chill crept across his skin. Dane shuddered at the strange sensation. There was little in the way of air flow. Nor a reason to suspect changes in temperature. He was rubbing his arms when Katya seized into a fit and fell. He changed the crossings of his legs so she would not touch his shoe, and watched with genuine interest at Thalia knelt at her side. With one pounding force he could crush the girl's face with the bottom of his shoe, but as he already shifted away, he was not interested in bloodying this particular pair. If he had a bat? Or even a crowbar? Surely trains kept something stocked for such emergencies.
He leaned forward, but made no apparent effort to leave his seat. "Did you hit your head?"
Then she had to go and disagree with him. There was nothing particularly inherent in her difference of opinion that struck a fatalistic match in his heart. She was simply wrong. He would correct her someday soon. "Then perhaps you will critique my work some time? I like to consider myself a professional, but I am only just beginning to perfect the craft."
He nodded reassuringly, but their conversation was cut short by a scream.
Music to his ears.
He glanced in the general direction of the victim. The woman's shrill voice hurt his ears, and Dane pinched the inside of his cheek to keep from silencing her. Others leaped at her beckoning, pressing their grubby palms against the glass completely unaware that a monster had been in their presence the entire time.
He crossed his legs and attempted to discern the sudden source of panic when a chill crept across his skin. Dane shuddered at the strange sensation. There was little in the way of air flow. Nor a reason to suspect changes in temperature. He was rubbing his arms when Katya seized into a fit and fell. He changed the crossings of his legs so she would not touch his shoe, and watched with genuine interest at Thalia knelt at her side. With one pounding force he could crush the girl's face with the bottom of his shoe, but as he already shifted away, he was not interested in bloodying this particular pair. If he had a bat? Or even a crowbar? Surely trains kept something stocked for such emergencies.
He leaned forward, but made no apparent effort to leave his seat. "Did you hit your head?"