Itâd taken hours of bickering and stomping out and then stomping back in and far too long moments of silence, filled with chains of âwhat ifâsâ and lack of trust until the pair had reached an agreement. Now sorted, with just the slightest bits of blossoming purple and blue climbing up Calogeraâs shoulders, they sat watching each other with razor vision, Carlino from the bed and his counterpart sitting just on the edge where bedroom met balcony, doors flung wide open.Â
The curtains blew, white silk tendrils hiding her and then revealing her again, just in case she decided to run but it was nearly too late now. She still could but she wouldnât go far. They were drawn together now. At least further than before.
They would split half and half, as Carlino would frequently do when he was in control. Something able to be seen, to touch, to feel, to experience as reality but with all the charms of muted sensation on the part of the person existing in half.
Of course, the last thing Carlino would want to do was complain ( he honestly didnât think heâd get nearly this far ) but the intimidating challenge of locking fingers with Calogera and moving through the process mutually seemed a mammoth task.Â
He moved, sliding off the bed and ever so quietly approached, steps gentle like prey near predator.
She frowned in turn, her first movement in just under an hour.
"I really really would prefer not doing this."
"I co-could have guessed that. ⌠But for me?"
Again, a deeper frown, this time as Carlino moved to sit down in front of her, their knees touching.
"Not good enough motivation."
"You agreed to it? Y-you sort of have t-to do it now. ⌠You promised."
"Promises are for children."
"You are y-younger than I."
This time, she laughed, looking up through her thick main of warm curls that sheâd finally begun to brush.
"⌠Age does not often define maturity."
"It does he-here. Honour carries out through aâ- all age lines, no ma-matter how old. ⌠You swore you would."
"⌠As you swore you would return here? With whoever you choose or even alone?"
He nodded, extending long fingers, glove free.
"I d-do not ever go back on my word."
Again, hesitation, her hand lifting just the slightest bit off the floor where it was resting before it fell again. Theyâd already gone over this for hours but actually doing so was absolutely horrifyingâ This was her time, her time alone-
"⌠I hate this. And you, most of the time."
His fingers crept forward, just barely resting over hers.
Her nod was very very slow.
Promises were so terribly important after all.Â
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