Re: Passages: Bruce B and Matt M
[Matthew's eyes didn't track Bruce's movement, producing a strange calmness in his expression that most people mistook for innocence. An ever so slight rotation of his head on his neck indicated that he was fully aware of Bruce's proximity. He tensed ever so slightly when the man came nearer, as if any moment he was going to leap at him with a scalpel. Matthew had never had a doctor near him since that one disastrous meeting when has mother had called in one after his first fever. It had ended with her chasing him out of her kitchen/bedroom/house (one room, the cottage had been) at the point of a kitchen knife. He had departed the region as soon as he grew old enough to feasibly fend for himself, a year later, as they all knew the rumors might stretch far enough to reach the ears of the men so fervently hoping to burn the witchbreed out of the fringes of society.
Matthew hesitated at the question. A few people had attempted to explain, but it was a struggle to understand the majority of what these people said.] Of a fashion. She spoke of many worlds, and this I have seen, in the halls. [He indicated the way he had come with one hand.] And in L--in my time, hers is a scent I have encountered before. [His eyes narrowed slightly, flexing.] And yours is a name I have heard likewise. [Obviously not in a good way.]