11-07-2014, 01:50 PM
Before Pyotr could respond, a face peeked around the corner and his mouth fell open. She was real? She spoke but the words didn't penetrate at first. Her face disappeared again. Pyotr said something but he wasn't listening.
He walked to the kitchen and watched her for a moment. He swallowed. For the first time ever in his life, he felt shy about talking to a woman. The words wouldn't come to him. He didn't know what to say. She was flesh and blood. She was real. A part of his mind knew that she wasn't really the Holy Mother. She couldn't be. But he couldn't shake the feeling.
Finally, he forced himself to speak. The words came out softly. "Thank you."
He swallowed again, forcing himself to go on. "My name is Sebastian."
He smiled weakly. He looked around. It was a small kitchen and smells of bacon began to fill the air. "You don't have to make us breakfast. I'm sorry for our intruding on your home."
He felt uncomfortable and wanted to leave. He didn't belong here, not a guy like him. "We'll go."
He walked to the kitchen and watched her for a moment. He swallowed. For the first time ever in his life, he felt shy about talking to a woman. The words wouldn't come to him. He didn't know what to say. She was flesh and blood. She was real. A part of his mind knew that she wasn't really the Holy Mother. She couldn't be. But he couldn't shake the feeling.
Finally, he forced himself to speak. The words came out softly. "Thank you."
He swallowed again, forcing himself to go on. "My name is Sebastian."
He smiled weakly. He looked around. It was a small kitchen and smells of bacon began to fill the air. "You don't have to make us breakfast. I'm sorry for our intruding on your home."
He felt uncomfortable and wanted to leave. He didn't belong here, not a guy like him. "We'll go."