Re: Dream Log: Jude/Clem
[She would have smacked his shoulder something awful if she knew he was thinking of her as simple. But it wasn't a world off. She was smart, real smart, smart enough to make it through medical school without trying hard. But her wants were simple things, pretty things, fickle things that went changing nearly every day. She'd never wanted a thing for long, and she never kept a thing long after she had it. Men, women, cars, houses, dresses, it was all the same with Clem. And it was all a game. But there wasn't any real spite or malice living inside her, which was why she fit in bad when it came to the family as a whole.
She preened when he told her she looked beautiful in any old thing, smoothing down that silly dress and careful not to go touching the gun that was tucked away. And being dressed to please daddy, that wasn't real strange for her. She always dressed to please daddy. She closed her eyes some when he brushed a hand through her hair, the pleasure plenty obvious.] I miss touching. There's not a lot of touching in the prison. You find me, but only if it's safe.
[She leaned into him when he kissed her head, but the footfalls went louder soon as he noticed them. They came with snapping jaws and undead growls, moans of things that weren't even close to words no more. They came with the stench of dying, and she slid her hand down into his right off and pulled him toward that big old shadow. Because she knew exactly what the footfalls were.
Up ahead, in the shadow's heart, there was laughing. A boy and girl, familiar and horrible, even in the distance.]