Re: quick: aaron & destiny
[Aaron had backed up into the gas-station far enough that his nose was heavy with burned rubber and metal and the thick fishy smell of oil that sat sour on his tongue. Wasn't nothing worth nothing in that smell except that it sat over everything else and drowned out the flowers. Things living gone and twisted in on themselves and made to lie and that was a wrong, no way of making it anything else.
He had his hat jammed low over his ears, and his jacket worn denim curled up over his shoulders like Aaron could make himself go on and be a bug inside a shell. The forums were worse on words, because you had nothing to go with them to tell them for truth, but Destiny didn't lie with her face, and the men who came and went, they didn't bother to look for truth when she lit up with it. Destiny was coming and Aaron heard hum of the engine before he heard the music, and looked toward her bleak, like sighting water in desert.]