∞ the master (newnewmaster) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2010-12-30 23:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | amelia graves, kane lewis |
Who. Amelia Graves & Kane Lewis.
What. Amelia takes care of Kane. Someone certainly has to.
When. Thursday evening.
Where. Kane's place.
Warnings. With these two? T for twisted and deranged? We'll go with a healthy TBA.
There was something in the air that evening that Amelia couldn't quite place. She had rarely ever known anything like it before in all her years. It was almost as if all of her elation and anticipation had taken the form of a scent; something so alluring, something so intoxicating, that it made the air almost palpable. Nothing could cease her feet from walking with a skip to their step, not this evening. The reason behind her giddiness was rather simple to explain, of course. But this was a story she was waiting to tell someone worthy of the tale. If she spoke it aloud beforehand, she feared that she would somehow jinx the scenario entirely. And that was a thought Amelia just could not stand.
When she arrived at Kane's home (on what was now his Island,) she didn't hesitate to open the door on her own. It may have been locked, it may not have been. Whatever the case, she hadn't paid it any mind. Amelia closed it behind her with a soft thud and stepped inside like a curious, yet somehow mischievous, kitten. "Kane?" She called out, moving further in on the toes of her Converse trainers. She wanted nothing more than to jump in the air, bounce around to some manner of pop music - but this was more important. He was more important. In just a short period of time, Kane had managed to become someone Amelia could confide in. He understood her, as she understood him.
"I hope you're here, I've got some brilliant news."
Some days, she believed he was the only person who ever truly could.