transient;

“Everyone knows our name because of me. The prototype has been improved upon. No one needs the template any more.” The words barely bothered her, a dismissive wave of her hand as she spoke, velvet words slipping out of painted lips with ease. The slight hint of a smirk. Drinking in the other’s attention like a starved child, however poor.  ”Wrong, again.”

      "Then do enlighten me. I just hate being left in the dark."

I’ll see you… D E A D.

Spoken sweetly, eyes fixed, staring at - staring through.  No longer a vessel for a man’s dirge, rising like lady Lazarus; fine silk and dark eyes, self-loathing and self-worship wrapped up in a pretty package. “I’d ask you to guess, but you’re too old to be playing games.”

      "It seems I'm not the only one still playing games."

Between myself and myself. I scratch like a cat. The blood that runs is dark fruit - An effect, a cosmetic.

"Almost? Colour me flattered. It isn’t like you to think of anyone but yourself. Though, I suppose really, you aren’t.”

      "--What is it you're after this time? Chaos, revenge, or a new name for yourself?"

I act and react, and suddenly I wonder -