She was still staring up at the metal wall across from her that made up the other half of the alley, watching as idle flickering lights—normal ones that ebbed and flowed in this part of the ‘city’—reflected and bounced. Her breathing began to normalize as she listened to him call her name; the softer nickname after it brought a smile to her face involuntarily. It pulled at her pale cheeks and just barely showed teeth. Her chest felt lighter with it.
“Most o’ the time, luv,” she said vaguely of being safe. It wasn’t catty; more gentle and playful than anything else even as it hinted at a life fully shrouded from the world she danced in—hinted at a life where she covered herself in a cloak of invisibility through tech and resourcefulness in order to go on living free. A cage she often ignored the existence of, but one that was there all the same.
She mentally shook it off.
As he spoke further she decided to remain silent. Perhaps because he seemed to like talking when there wasn’t anything being said on the other side—wanted to fill the void, or perhaps because she liked the sound of his voice mixed with what he said. Perhaps both. No... definitely both.
It occurred to her as he spoke that he was... he was being nice. It was a strange sensation to be on the receiving end of that sort of kindness. Rage could only ever recall experiencing that a few times in the past, a very distant past for her. It was raw, those memories—warm and ravaged and full of longing and grief she refused to deal with. Pain hurt; tears did. It was best for forget, forgo, and live in the current. Reliving things she could not change would not help her. Even so, that lightness in her chest expanded and warmed... it left a new sensation.
Ache.
But it didn’t hurt. It was a little like what she felt before when she’d tracked him, teased him, and had desired nothing more than to hear his voice speaking to her. But there was something more to it. Something better. Something that didn’t have a name. It was ok, the not having a name for now. She liked puzzles that took a while to figure out, too used to breaking code the way a child broke open the wrapper on a chocolate bar.
Rage shut her eyes and allowed her head to rest back on the wall behind her. The smile she offered, the one he could not see, was wry and playful, but also something else. Some more.
Her reply was laced in a sigh. “You’re sweet, Red. Bet you’re the kinda guy the birds put on the shelf for bein’ too nice.” A hum of a sound came next—soothing and wanting. “Jus’ not used to havin’ someone in my ‘ead.” It was an honest statement and she didn’t have a reason to lie; however, it was also one that wasn’t too vulnerable either. “Bloody surprised myself, is all, luv. My brain got ‘ead of itself. Guess it decided it wanted more o’ you; or my other parts did.” A grin and a chuckle as she wiped a hand down her face, opened her eyes, and moved to stand with a grunt. Next she was zipping herself back up, buttoning as well, and then putting her glove back on.
“Been workin’ you too long an’ too ‘ard to stop now, sweetling.” She paused as she looked out at the street and got her brain back to a focused working order on the area around her. “’M wantin’ my pot o’ a gold at the end of rainbow, yeah?”
“Most o’ the time, luv,” she said vaguely of being safe. It wasn’t catty; more gentle and playful than anything else even as it hinted at a life fully shrouded from the world she danced in—hinted at a life where she covered herself in a cloak of invisibility through tech and resourcefulness in order to go on living free. A cage she often ignored the existence of, but one that was there all the same.
She mentally shook it off.
As he spoke further she decided to remain silent. Perhaps because he seemed to like talking when there wasn’t anything being said on the other side—wanted to fill the void, or perhaps because she liked the sound of his voice mixed with what he said. Perhaps both. No... definitely both.
It occurred to her as he spoke that he was... he was being nice. It was a strange sensation to be on the receiving end of that sort of kindness. Rage could only ever recall experiencing that a few times in the past, a very distant past for her. It was raw, those memories—warm and ravaged and full of longing and grief she refused to deal with. Pain hurt; tears did. It was best for forget, forgo, and live in the current. Reliving things she could not change would not help her. Even so, that lightness in her chest expanded and warmed... it left a new sensation.
Ache.
But it didn’t hurt. It was a little like what she felt before when she’d tracked him, teased him, and had desired nothing more than to hear his voice speaking to her. But there was something more to it. Something better. Something that didn’t have a name. It was ok, the not having a name for now. She liked puzzles that took a while to figure out, too used to breaking code the way a child broke open the wrapper on a chocolate bar.
Rage shut her eyes and allowed her head to rest back on the wall behind her. The smile she offered, the one he could not see, was wry and playful, but also something else. Some more.
Her reply was laced in a sigh. “You’re sweet, Red. Bet you’re the kinda guy the birds put on the shelf for bein’ too nice.” A hum of a sound came next—soothing and wanting. “Jus’ not used to havin’ someone in my ‘ead.” It was an honest statement and she didn’t have a reason to lie; however, it was also one that wasn’t too vulnerable either. “Bloody surprised myself, is all, luv. My brain got ‘ead of itself. Guess it decided it wanted more o’ you; or my other parts did.” A grin and a chuckle as she wiped a hand down her face, opened her eyes, and moved to stand with a grunt. Next she was zipping herself back up, buttoning as well, and then putting her glove back on.
“Been workin’ you too long an’ too ‘ard to stop now, sweetling.” She paused as she looked out at the street and got her brain back to a focused working order on the area around her. “’M wantin’ my pot o’ a gold at the end of rainbow, yeah?”
Sometimes I feel like a girl~... sometimes I don't~
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