Re: quiet home garden: alyssa & damian Closer, closer… [She wasn't a spider with a web, it didn't work like that. She was the queen bee calling a worker home. The problem was that her own mind was fractured, and she filtered through that. She filtered Damian though that. Al Gol. Young, but not. Alyssa rocked toward the holy cross of her bent knees, reading what his mind gave her's. Sometimes she didn't even understand it. Everything was pieces, and she smiled like the warmth of an un-Christian holiday before making her way to her knees. Dirty, she crawled nearer. She would have told him not to be afraid, but she could tell that he wouldn't be… he might fear other things, but he would not fear a brittle thing like her. Alyssa didn't want fear… she wanted understanding.
Now, she could have made it difficult. She could have made it painful. She could have grabbed him by the temples and screamed the madness into his head… but she didn't. Alyssa reached for him gently, if he allowed.] Baby… [Her fingers brushed his forehead, shh shh. Then to one temple, and she raised another hand so that her fingers could touch the other temple.
People often thought of insanity as an absence of knowledge, but it could really be the opposite. The mind could only hold so much, after all. Alyssa exhaled on his face and her breath tasted like medicine when she did. And with that? She opened his mind to possibility. She didn't steer it for him, not like she could if she wanted. Not yet. She let him have it. She let his brain widen, she breathed fluid and life into all the little crevices. So that every dark shadow could be the illusion he wanted… or feared. The universe was there, if he looked closely enough. She could toy with it, but she didn't… because she wasn't evil, understand. There was no concept of good or evil for her. But there were clouds in the sky and the moon was full and didn't' it feel like a rush? Didn't it feel like a laugh?]