Re: Haven / Friday: After the Train
"It always goes awry." But did it? There was an inkling in the back of her mind that said it didn't, that sometimes it turned out the way it was supposed to every time. And this? Was this supposed to? Her brows came together as she stared at the thick trunks pushing through the floor, the return of nature to what was man made, and a cat stuck alone in a room full of canaries couldn't have been happier.
"Do you enjoy this type of thing?" She asked, musing aloud, at what they thought of it. Though she could have taken that exhale of theirs, the words that turned to steam in the moonlight as answer enough. Her gaze turned back to them, noting the straightening hair, the fine cut of their jaw that was -- like echoes. Like a memory she couldn't quite grasp yet.
It was coming, she was sure of that. Her lips turned upwards and she reached for their hand. "Shall we run here together? Hide from the world?" It was such temptation to leave the world of the train behind, to leave it all, the Magician and his bullshit, his pandering ways that never recognized her --