11-10-2014, 01:42 PM
The woman- her name was Aurora- offered her hand and he took it reverently. The spell was wearing off. He knew she wasn't the Holy Mother. Her hand was soft and warm and he shook it gently. And then answered her offer of coffee with a thank you.
Pyotr suggested that they stay for a bit and Bas was willing. It was funny. Any other day, any other time, and he'd be chatting the girl up in a heartbeat. And imagining all kinds of ways of getting her out of those clothes. She was pretty cute despite having that slept in look. But something about her...he just didn't think of her that way. Imagining her as a target just didn't feel right to him.
Inside he shook his head. Never in his life did he expect to think those words. The universe suddenly made a little less sense. And that was saying something.
But she was kind and hospitable. He took the coffee. "Well, thank you Aurora."
He shook his head. "The stuff I was smoking had to have been laced with something. All I can remember is thinking that someone was out to get me."
He looked at Pyotr. "I thought you had been possessed or something."
He frowned as a flash came to him. He remembered fire. Come to think of it, he could smell in on his clothes too- fire and gas. "There was a fire. What happened?"
Pyotr suggested that they stay for a bit and Bas was willing. It was funny. Any other day, any other time, and he'd be chatting the girl up in a heartbeat. And imagining all kinds of ways of getting her out of those clothes. She was pretty cute despite having that slept in look. But something about her...he just didn't think of her that way. Imagining her as a target just didn't feel right to him.
Inside he shook his head. Never in his life did he expect to think those words. The universe suddenly made a little less sense. And that was saying something.
But she was kind and hospitable. He took the coffee. "Well, thank you Aurora."
He shook his head. "The stuff I was smoking had to have been laced with something. All I can remember is thinking that someone was out to get me."
He looked at Pyotr. "I thought you had been possessed or something."
He frowned as a flash came to him. He remembered fire. Come to think of it, he could smell in on his clothes too- fire and gas. "There was a fire. What happened?"