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Scars and Vicissitude

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Timothy Dane
 
8/24 10:59PM
Walking along beneath the trees, Timothy Dane found himself coming across the same lake where he had first met that vampire woman, months ago. Moseying up to the water’s edge, Tim took a look at his reflection. Had anything changed, he wondered? Since he had come to Persistence, a lot had happened to him. He’d learned a bit and met some people… but did it really matter? Still, he saw an eighteen year old boy in the water, not a thirty year old man. Tim’s eyes tightened. Should he have stayed behind…?
 
Sascha LeVante
 
8/24 11:13PM
**From the trees lining the lake, she was leaning against a branch, watching Tim. Languidly her body leans against the trunk, at least seven feet up from the ground, her bare feet easily clasping at the bark, keeping her aloft. With hands pressed against her back, she was resting her back upon them, letting her white blond hair fall haphazardly along her bare shoulders. A smirk crosses her face as she watches him observe himself in the water. Could he smell her, she wondered? She was downwind, and there was a strong smell of lavender in the air tonight, mixed with cotton wood. Icy blue eyes watch him, tilting her head to the side. How long had it been she saw him? Last they saw, she was frenzying.**
 
Timothy Dane
 
8/24 11:21PM
Timothy’s focus breaks from the water, as he lifts his head and activates his auspex. His sense of smell grows several times more potent, and from there… lavender, cotton wood, the weeds and lilies on the lakeside, animals running through the trees… and her. He recognizes her, remembering her from a previous use of his auspex. He turns and looks up at her, perched there in the tree, and smiles soulfully. “Do you watch people from trees often?” He doesn’t seem very awkward or nervous anymore, for some reason. Even though the last time she saw him, he had frenzied as well…
 
Sascha LeVante
 
8/24 11:30PM
**She raises a brow as he smells her out and quickly pinpoints where she is in the tree. A smile spreads across her lips and she pushes off from the trunk, keeping her balance as she moves outwards on the branch.** I always watch people from the trees. **She says matter-of-factly. Tiptoeing to the very edge of the branch, it starts to bow downwards at her weight. Pausing before it moves any further, she notes how he seemed to smell different. He wasn’t as… awkward as before? Perhaps awkward was the wrong word. Nervous is a better one. ** What are you doing in my neck of the woods?
 
Timothy Dane
 
8/24 11:35PM
Timothy walks up to stand under the tree, hands thrust into the pockets of his hoodie. “I’m… not really sure. Maybe I’ve come back here to reflect. Thinking back on what’s happened these past few months, seeing if I’ve grown at all. I’m not sure I have.” He seems to relax a little when he looks at her. “How have you been, Sascha?”
 
Sascha LeVante
 
8/24 11:47PM
**She crouches down upon the branch, elbows lacing along her upper thighs as she peers down at him. Finally, she swings her legs to the side, dropping her weight against her abdomen and then swinging gracefully down to the ground. Wearing her usual black tank top that sits starkly against her pale skin, and stone washed jeans with rips along the knees and thighs, she straightens to her 5’3” height, moving in close to him and sniffing at him gently before pulling back to give him room.** Has something changed? **She rakes a hand back through her hair, allowing her eyes to be visible.**
 
Timothy Dane
 
8/24 11:57PM
“My reflection doesn’t seem to think so,” he says, looking into her eyes. His own are maybe a bit brighter than they were before… like he’s gained something. “But I… feel a little smarter. I’ve done a few silly things recently… I’m not going to do them again. I’m not immortal, but I have a while to learn about things, still… and I won’t forget.” When she comes closer to smell him, he doesn’t budge, reacting only with a tilt of his head. “Can you smell change, or did you just feel like sniffing me?” The question isn’t pointed. He’s still smiling.
 
Sascha LeVante
 
00:03AM
**Returning his smile, he may note she has lightened up, if only a bit more, since they last met.** You smell different. Maybe as if… you aged? **She couldn’t place it. Pushing blood into her veins, she uses her own auspex to get a better sense of it. She reaches down to one of his hands, lifting it to inspect his palm and then gently releasing him. Her brow furrows curiously.** Silly things? What do you mean, silly things? **Stepipng past him and toward the water, she briefly has her back to him as she leans in order to see her own reflection.** It sounds as though you have been busy, last we met.
 
Timothy Dane
 
00:11AM
“Not terribly busy, but…” He lets her take his hand for a moment, his eyes following her as she turns away. “Not long before our first meeting, I engaged this… strange creature in combat. I didn’t want to kill it, but it wound up killing itself. Then I met that little girl, the BeggER… she’s a frightened kid, haunted by this monstrous persona that emerges at the worst times. She manipulated me into snapping that cat’s neck, and then… you saw. I lost it and frenzied.” His fist clenches. “I don’t want to ever find myself in a position like that again. And, before any of that… I left Consequence, out of fear that I would be persecuted.” Moving to stand beside her, he gazes upon her reflection, his expression illegible. “I’m not afraid anymore, Sascha.”
 
Sascha LeVante
 
00:16AM
**Tilting her head towards him, her blue eyes observe him for a moment as he speaks about being afraid.** You were afraid? Of what? **it kind of took her by surprised. He hadn’t really portrayed himself as ever being afraid. Gently, she leans her body to his, her shoulder gently bumping against him as though to nudge him playfully.** So this creature….what was it?
 
Timothy Dane
 
00:23AM
He nudges her back, a little smile ghosting across his face. “Some alien thing. I’m still not sure exactly what it was. I think it killed itself to ensure that I never found out.” For a second, he’s sort of tempted to reach for her hand, but if he really has changed… “Consequence scared me, after the war. Vampires were the single most hated race in the world, and that place, the place Augustus Giovanni took over first… that was where I lived and worked. I didn’t want to get caught in the fire, so I left. Came here, because I was afraid of that.” He looked back at his own reflection flickering in the water. “Is there anything you’re afraid of, Sascha?”
 
Sascha LeVante
 
00:35AM
**She lets her eyes go back to the waters as well, thinking on his question. Long moments pass before she really thinks of what it is.** Sure there is. **She smiles sadly, then looks over to him. A hand reaches up and tucks a loose strand of white blond hair behind her ear in order not to have it hide her face. ** Losing what piece of humanity I have left. **It was a simple, honest answer. She didn’t really know why she disclosed it, as she was rather reserved in her own thoughts. **
 
Timothy Dane
 
00:47AM
“What humanity you have left…” He wonders at that. She doesn’t eat people, and she lives in the woods and has foregone a great deal, but she fears losing her humanity? He feared the same, but now he knows for certain who he is, who he wants to be and where he wants his feet to carry him. “Call me silly, but I don’t think you’re terribly in danger of losing your humanity, Sascha.” How can he know that, say something like that? “…How do you take care of your hair, incidentally?” Tim’s is all messy. He’s starting to look like Peter Pan, with all the leaves caught in his locks.
 
Sascha LeVante
 
00:52AM
**He asks her about how she takes care of her hair, and she looks at him quickly, eyes blinking in slight confusion. But she lets a laugh rip from her lips and she looks out over the water, a hand coming to her hair as though she were some premadonna fussing over it’s bounce.** I guess its all the fresh meat I hunt, honestly. **As her laughter dies, she smirks at the water.** Wasn’t it here you snuck up on me when I was swimming?
 
Timothy Dane
 
01:03AM
He laughs along at that, picking a maple leaf out of his hair and flicking it into the water. “Jeez… when you put it like that, it makes me sound all creepy. Admittedly, it was kind of weird… I detected a vampire, all the way from the Inn, and ran straight here to see who it was. Only to find this beautiful lady taking a bath. I had no idea what to think, you know, until you looked at me. Then, I was pretty sure you were the one I was looking for.” He blushes suddenly. “Oh, I mean… you were the vampire I sensed.”
 
Sascha LeVante
 
01:07AM
**There it was. His flattery. It is still odd for her to try and take a proper compliment. As he seems to recall their first meeting and he stumbles a bit over how he words it, she can’t help but smile at that. Turning to face him, her arms cross over her chest, some of her hair is trapped beneath her arms.** Ok, maybe you haven’t changed, That much. **Laughter again.**
 
Timothy Dane
 
01:17AM
“Maybe not.” He smirks, crossing his arms in a mirror of what she’s doing. “You know… you’re really the only person I compliment like that. Don’t ask me why, but… eh.” He shrugs, and forces the blush away from his face. “I don’t mind keeping that part of me, if that’s something you remember about me.” He clasps his hands in front of him and looks at her. “By the way… so, I talked with Eden, the girl dealing with the BeggER. We’ve decided that as soon as I can find a boat, we’re going to be leaving.”
 
Sascha LeVante
 
01:29AM
**He speaks of how she was the only one he spoke in such ways. And there was a blush to his cheeks, which made her wonder how he did such a thing? She had to press blood into her veins in order to give the illusion of flushing across her skin. Ah. Thats right. he wasn’t all vampire. She looks at him, a frown covering her lips.** Leaving? Why would you leave?
 
Timothy Dane
 
01:35AM
“Leaving for Consequence.” Tim puts his hands back into the pockets of his hoodie. “You might not understand, Sascha, but there are things I left behind there. My job, my apartment, the few friends I actually had… I sort of don’t miss the city, but in some ways the absence of the sounds of traffic and the streetlights… it’s left a part of me hollow.” His face is downcast, shaggy brown hair falling over his eyes. “And Eden, she wants to strike out and find a better life. Away from here, I guess. So I decided I’ll throw away my fears and head home.” Home…
 
Sascha LeVante
 
01:40AM
**Her face seems to soften. Eden sounded like someone he must care for. Slowly she smiles at him, a hand reaching up to brush away the scraggy brown hair falling over his eyes so she could see them.** I see. The city. **Taking in a gentle breath, she nods to him.** I can understand that. However…I can’t understand the city. The smells, the sounds…too many people. But if it is home to you, you should go. **She wish she were able to return home, to the mountains of Norway. But she was thrust here, into a world unknown to her. She would make the best of what she was left with.**
 
Timothy Dane
 
01:48AM
“That’s why I’m not asking you to come with me,” he murmurs. His eyes are sad. “The thing is, I’ll miss this too. I’ll miss the serenity of the woods, and the sounds of the forest, and being able to just walk along and find something as beautiful as this lake. Or you.” He chuckles, pulling another leaf from his hair; this one he keeps trapped between two fingers, staring at it for a moment before meeting Sascha’s eyes. She does place so much importance in eyes, doesn’t she… “I’m… very fond of you, Sascha. Maybe more than I should be. But if I really have changed…” He won’t demean himself by blushing. He’s not some high school kid.
 
Sascha LeVante
 
01:55AM
**She has to take a step back at his continued flattery. He was fond of her? He barely knew her. Why was there such sadness in his eyes when he looked at her? Tilting her head to the side, her tumble of white blond hair spills over her shoulder. He looked as though he wanted to flush once more. The silence stretches. Finally Sascha places a few fingers beneath his chin, smiling in a small manner.** You are perhaps the first one who befriended me when I arrived here. And I am thankful for that…**She lifts her own chin, reaching up to lightly kiss him upon the lips before pulling away.** …and I wish you the best of luck, in going home.
 
Timothy Dane
 
02:01AM
Timothy freezes when she kisses him. That was… not at all what he had been expecting, but he couldn’t say he wasn’t happy she’d given him that small gesture, even if she didn’t quite feel the same way. Tim is still for a moment longer before laughing a little and giving her a smile. For everything unassuming about him, he does have a very warm smile. “Thanks. Um… if you don’t have anywhere you need to be, would you mind just hanging out for a while?”
 
Sascha LeVante
 
02:14AM
**Smirking a bit she nods to his question of just passing the time.** I suppose I have nothing else to occupy my time. **She looks around the woods, as though she were indicating she might have something lingering, but she did not. ** When will you leave? **She was moving now, her feet slipping into the cool water, and she continues to wade a bit further until ankle deep. **
 
Timothy Dane
 
02:21AM
“I’m not sure. When I find an ocean-ready sailboat, I suppose.” Tim was actually about to step into the water himself. She does first, though, and he decides to just be still and watch for now. “Maybe I should’ve saved telling you about it for later. That way, the dramatic kiss would’ve been more final.” He smirks and puts his hands back into his pockets. He feels the night breeze on his left arm, from which the sleeve is still missing after having his arm torn off. “The lake sure is pretty at night,” he murmurs, gazing at the moonlight cast upon the water.
 
Sascha LeVante
 
02:27AM
**Her back to him, her eyes reflect the moonlight that sparkles off the water. Its a soothing sight. Gently tipping he read back, her tumble of hair falls behind her, slightly covering the scars at her back and she smiles up at the moon. Opening her eyes, she shifts her weight to look over her shoulder, her body sidelong facing him.** The lake is pretty… at night….**Smirking at herself, she dips a hand into the water.** That is why I find it interesting, all this people that crowd into cities, only to live on top of each other in pollution. **She pauses. She felt like she was downing where he came from. When she didn’t mean to have it sound as such.** I’m sure you’ll make your way back… at some point… to here.
 
Timothy Dane
 
02:35AM
“I might. After getting a taste of it out here, I get the feeling wanderlust might hit me at some point, and I’ll leave the city again, on my own terms.” Not to mention, he has a long time to think about such things. Not immortal, but he’s got a couple hundred years left in the tank at least. In truth, he doesn’t know just how long he’ll live… looking at Sascha, who is truly never going to run out of years, he wonders if it will matter in the end. “…You know, it’s true. The city’s like a big steel snake, catching people in its coils and choking them with its venom. Polluted and corrupt… humans made cities to protect themselves and rise above the untamed wilderness around them, but there’s a reason they call it ‘the Urban Jungle’.” He sighs, his eyes briefly running across the scars on her back. “Those scars on your back… I never asked…”
 
Sascha LeVante
 
02:49AM
**Her head slowly lowers from peering at the moon, as he gently asks of her scars. He would be able to see her shoulders rise and fall with the heavy breath she takes in and releases slowly, even though she had no need for breath. Slowly she turns to him, her eyes a mix of uncertainty to tell him and the ‘why’ he wants to know. Wetting her lips, and as she faces him, she slowly starts to back into the water slowly, the wetness soaking at her jeans.** My maker. He did it. I tried to escape. He opened my back in the most vicious way, and the most painful way I have ever experienced. **A hand reaches up to lace at her own shoulder, as if remembering too vaguely.* And just after he made me…before he left me, he told me ‘my mark is on you. I will be able to find you, no matter what.’ I have never been able to heal them. No matter how hard I try. His mark is on me. Always.
 
Timothy Dane
 
02:57AM
“That is…” Tim’s expression tightens. Hers had not been an easy siring, even by the often brutal and horrific standards of vampires. “That’s awful. I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable.” He withdraws one arm from his pocket – the sleeveless one, a constant reminder of his frenzying, of his transformation into the monstrous war form of the Tzimisce. “I… am not a healer, properly speaking, but…” he pauses, uncertain again. His Tzimisce heritage is not something he takes lightly, but it has given him power. Power, perhaps, enough to… “Presumptuous as it may be, I might be able to remove your scars.”
 
Sascha LeVante
 
03:03AM
**She paused in the water as he offered to try and heal the scars. She was contemplating it. Her head canters to the side, tips of her long hair nearly touching the water. Pressing her lips together, she meets his eyes. And finally, she nods to him, if hesitantly. As if prompting him, she turns her back to him, scoops her hair to the side and crosses her arms to reach the ends of her tank top, and lift it completely over her head, exposing her naked back to him. Her voice is low.** If you think it possible… you may try. **She keeps her back to him, eyes staring off across the water.**
 
Timothy Dane
 
03:14AM
He is quietly honoured and moved that she would even allow him to try. That she trusts him enough, even though they don’t really know each other that well… Timothy exhales slowly, kicking off his shoes before moving to her through the water as it rises up his legs, soaking his jeans. He must be absolutely focused; Vicissitude, the discipline of fleshcrafting, was one that was known to him inherently, and he had been working hard at it to ensure that he did not hurt himself or anyone around him with it. He knew who he was; did he trust himself to attempt to erase Sascha’s scars? On one hand, if he failed, he would disappoint himself and perhaps her as well… on the other, if he succeeded, he would be taking something from her, a piece of her past. And yet, when he thinks of the words of her cruel sire, condemning her… he can stick it to that fucking guy and make him eat his words. Forcing himself to become cold, calm and composed, Tim closes his eyes and reaches out to touch her naked back. His hands trace the scars, very slowly and methodically…
 
Sascha LeVante
 
03:22AM
**At first she flinches quite visibly at his touch. She didn’t let others barely touch her, let alone the scars at her back. She has to let a long breath out, as though calming herself to be still as he traces over the scars. They are raised, thick white marks all along her back, in jagged rips, from vicious claws that had torn into flesh as like making a meal of her. Her head dips so that her chin rests against her chest. Closing her eyes, she activates her own healing ability, hoping to lend to his own healing. Her flesh tingles. She holds her arms across her chest tightly, fingers digging into her shoulders. Did she dare hope?**
 
Timothy Dane
 
03:36AM
The discipline of Vicissitude is perhaps the most unnatural and inhuman of all the Cainite disciplines. In its very worst incarnation, it is a hideous parody of what humans could – and should never – be, reflecting the conscienceless cruelty of Clan Tzimisce themselves. To use it, one must be as they are: cold, twisted monsters. If Sasha looked over her shoulder, the Timothy she would see was not the same young man who she had kissed on the shore; a monster was running its claws over her back in an attempt to defy nature’s plan, to warp her body in a way it should not be warped. As the power comes over him, moving along his arms to his fingertips, he is tempted – tempted to reach into her back and bend her ribs out into wings; to extract her lungs and turn them into a deformed pair of arms; to coil her spine and twist her femurs and… Timothy’s eyes open abruptly, brown and human. Never. NEVER. His index and middle fingers began tracing the largest of her scars, from one end to the other, and where his fingers passed, the flesh of Sasha’s back would be knitting itself into a new form, the discoloration and rough scar tissue erased and left smooth… to maintain this cold concentration, while restraining his Beast, is taxing him heavily. Sweat beads on his forehead, but he will not give up. He will not let her down.
 
Sascha LeVante
 
03:41AM
**Her brows knit together as she feels the pressure along her back as the scars stretch and expand. She does her best not move away from his hands as they work, but there was some strong instinctual sense that kept ringing her head. She had to remember he was from Tzimisce. There was still a distrust there. But she was banking on his fondness of her not to harm her. As much as she didn’t fully trust that, its all she had. A groan leaves her lips as the larger scars send painful chills through her. When she glances back to him, after he has fought back his beast, she notes the sweat beading on his brow, she can smell the salt, sense his exhaustion. How long would she allow him to try and heal her? Her own healing ability gave in, a heavy breath leaving her lips. It was taxing her as well.**
 
Timothy Dane
 
03:49AM
The thought that he might be hurting her sends chills up Tim’s own spine, but he does not break concentration; to do that could mean accidentally opening her scars, or worse… He finishes with that largest scar and moves on, this time using his entire hand. The five digits trail down Sascha’s back, and as they pass, the human heat within them grows cold, as does Timothy’s mind. It is how it must be; he cannot allow his feelings, or fears or doubts, to distract him. He is an artist, and she is his canvas… his toy… his prey- NO! She is one he has promised to help, and so he will do this for her. Another scar is gone, and then another. He knows that if it were not for her own power fueling his, he might have slipped long ago, or her body might have rejected his inexperienced hands altogether.
 
Sascha LeVante
 
03:55AM
**Her eyes screw shut as he works upon the larger scars. Goosebumps raise all over her body. Her muscles start to tense against the healing. It was quite different from her own ability. Before long, even biting upon her lower lip is not enough. Her fingers continue to dig into her own shoulders until she finally has to tear away from his hands, splashing into the water up to her shoulders in the water, gasping against the pain. Her wet hair sticks along her neck, down along her back. She cringes at the lingering effects, not turning to face him, for fear he would see the pain in her face. She was nothing if not a strong, stoic visage.
 
Timothy Dane
 
03:59AM
Stunned by the ordeal and sickened by the desires that gripped him, Timothy staggers back, almost falling to his knees. In the moment, it had felt dangerously, worryingly natural… as if these were the thoughts he was supposed to be thinking, and his normal everyday notions of right and wrong were simply an act. But now, it was a nightmarish stain on his conscience. “I…” Some of her scars are gone, but several remain. Tim looks down into the water shamefacedly. “I’m sorry.”
 
Sascha LeVante
 
04:05AM
**Heavy breaths before she can answer. Shaking her head gently, she shifts in the water, looking sidelong at him.** no… it’s not your fault. I’ve tried for decades… to heal them. **Sas had no idea the thoughts that had plagued him, even as he tried to heal her. NO idea that he was fighting against his natural instincts of a Tzimisce. Observing him further, she realizes a look of shame. Turning to face him, she moves to lift up out of the water, her long tresses covering her front as she lifts an arm to put to his shoulder.** You tried…..I am grateful. But these scars….they are with me forever. And if HE ever comes seeking me…..**She doesn’t finish her sentence. For she truly didn’t know what that entailed.**
 
Timothy Dane
 
04:17AM
Yeah. It was silly of me to think I could erase them.” How presumptuous he had been, thinking he could erase her scars. They had been with her for hundreds of years, and he, a fledgeling ghoul, had thought to just wipe them away. He’s thankful for her reassurance, and almost smiles, but decides to remain stoic instead. He bows his head, ignoring the cold water around his legs. “I’m honoured that you let me try, Sascha. Thank you for giving me a chance, it means a lot.” Another lesson learned. He wouldn’t forget this; perhaps after this, he could change even further. “…One day, I’ll master this power, and then…” He meets her eyes, and though he says nothing more, the intention is plainly visible there. He hates the idea that some vile creature could be holding this over her. He does not hate her scars – he could never find anything about her hateful – but rather, what they connote. He makes a silent promise to himself, one that he will keep close and secret… one that will change him again, in time.
 
Sascha LeVante
 
04:25AM
**Taking the tank top she was still holding in the water, she wrings out the water as best she can. And still facing him, she stretches the shirt out, in order to raise her arms up and over her head, slipping the shirt back over her naked torso, pulling down the ends against the water. The pain was fading from her eyes now. Honored? Did he find something in her to revere? It was puzzling. A hand lifts to brush aside his hair once more, and she smirks weakly. The sting in her back still searing at her. ** I’m sorry if that exhausted you. I was trying to assist with my own ability…but it became…difficult to work in tandem with yours….**She could still see his eyes strained. She couldn’t help but ask**….You look strained. Are you ok?
 
Timothy Dane
 
04:32AM
“Yeah. Real healing and fleshcrafting don’t meld seamlessly, but, just for a little, we were able to make it work.” Fleeting, but something there. He reaches up to take her hand and does smile this time. “Mh… when I use Vicissitude, it riles up my Beast. A lot. Every few seconds I’d get some horrible inclination to use it in… other ways, on you. Healing your scars was like painting a picture with one hand and sword-fighting an enemy with the other, but yeah. I’m okay.” His grip on her hand feels kind of shaky, but the smile doesn’t waver. “Don’t apologize to me, Sascha. It’s my fault I wasn’t able to fully heal you, and besides, I’m the one who asked to help you in the first place.” She didn’t have to say anything, didn’t have to let him attempt to heal her, but she had anyway. It really is significant to him.
 
Sascha LeVante
 
04:41AM
**He takes her hand into his and her eyes divert to watch as he does so. Hand holding…wasn’t exactly a ‘thing’ she was accustomed to. But she is distracted, leaving her hand in his as he explains how his ‘beast’ riles up when trying to heal her. It makes her tilt her head in thought. His hand seems to shake within hers. Blinking, she realizes she’s letting him too close. Gently she releases her hand from his grip, looks away from his eyes and lifting her hand to tuck her hair behind an ear. She seems awkward now. Stepping back. she looks up to him, then peers at the moon high in the sky. Wetting her lips, she sighs.** ….I…must go. Still hunting to do……**She was making excuses. She wasn’t sure the next time she might see him.**…I hope you find what you’re seeking, Tim.
 
Timothy Dane
 
04:48AM
“I’m sure you have plenty to do.” His gaze isn’t accusatory, but it doesn’t have to be for her to know he sees right through her… and doesn’t mind. She is not the one who has been foolish, after all. Timothy Dane sighs, gives her a polite nod and turns his back. “Thanks for everything, Sascha. I hope your hunting goes well.” Does she really hope he finds what he is looking for? If she knew what that was, would she hope still? His form flickers; then, he is standing on the shore, water dripping from his jeans. He leaves his shoes there at the lakeside. He can get them later. Tim turns to give Sascha one last smile, that maybe isn’t quite as human as all the ones before have been, and then is gone, moving away through the trees so swiftly that even a vampire’s eyes cannot hope to track his departure. “Goodbye.”
 
Sascha LeVante
 
04:52AM
**Her lips fall open as he moves away, says goodbye to her. Even her eyes could not follow properly. It left her confused. But she retreats back into the water, sighing heavily and dipping her body completely under the water, as if to hide herself from the world. It was a long time before she resurfaced, eyes looking to the moon. Tonight was a full moon. She just might count them, till he resurfaces one more. And it is quite belatedly, that she whispers. “Goodbye.”
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