Apr 24, 2019
So, um, here’s an interesting line I just wrote. It’s Gellert talking to Albus.
‘No one will hear or see us. They won’t even hear you scream.’
I can’t decide if it’s more seductive or terrifying.
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So, um, here’s an interesting line I just wrote. It’s Gellert talking to Albus.
‘No one will hear or see us. They won’t even hear you scream.’
I can’t decide if it’s more seductive or terrifying.
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In the morning she will have to pry herself from painful springs. She will stumble into the living room with sleep heavy in the eyes, a dull ache radiating in her shoulders, and a stomach full of worry. It is always full of worry. She plops down on the couch and counts the minutes until she has to make her way up the street for eight hours of toil. She claws on to every second, whispering silent prayers for the day ahead. Hopefully nothing will go wrong.
He stalked the house during the darkest hours of the night. Shame curling off him like a deadly miasma. The TV shines brightly in the living room, discussing nothing. It just fills the room up with noise. Pretty noise to dull the cares.
She had been thinking of a lot of things lately. Things she daren’t say aloud, fearing the repercussions of a careless word or dangerous implication. Instead she hid her feelings deep. Locking them in the box of her heart until the day they violently break out.
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The clock above the mantel was eating my soul. Every tick takes away another moment. Another breath. Another thought. There it goes again
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"Don't lie to me," said Cosima. "A half truth still isn't the whole truth." "Fine," Delphine assented, tone too curt to project calm, gaze too sharp, too direct to signal surrender. "If that's what you want. I'll start by no longer saying 'I care for you' and 'I worry about you' when the whole truth is that I love you."
“Aldous let you go quite easily. A smart, pretty thing like you.”
Delphine’s expression set into rigid planes of stone but was far from expressionless. A good effort, Rachel supposed, but the white hot anger tainted with a dash of shame shone bright and clear in those--really rather lovely--hazel eyes.
“Do you think he enjoys it?” Rachel asked in a disaffected monotone. She ran a finger along a pristine lab station countertop and dropped her gaze to trace its invisible path. Her eyes cut back to Delphine. “Thinking about you being with her. Relishing that he and she share something now.”
Delphine’s breath came in shortening spurts. Every line in her body was taut, almost humming with tension.
To her credit she did not look away. Most of the grunt science staff found it unnerving or tremulously exciting to interact with Rachel. They didn't maintain eye contact, tended to stammer. This woman watched her unwavering, kept her silence.
Delphine Cormier really was quite beautiful.
Objectively speaking.
Rachel took a step toward Delphine, then another, into the other woman’s space. The scientist had nowhere to retreat, a lab station table at her back, Rachel advancing at her leisure, sidling so close that Rachel could see the pulse leap in Delphine’s throat and her pupils dilate.
Fight or flight.
“Sisters should also share.” Rachel stood directly before Delphine, in her heels of a height with the other woman. She stood up straight, impeccably postured, noting that it was Delphine leaning away just the slightest. The scientist braced herself with one hand on the table behind her.
Rachel considered touching Delphine. Her cheek. Her jaw. Cosima would do that.
“Don’t you think?” Rachel murmured lowly when Delphine offered no remark. “Doctor.”
Delphine’s eyes flitted back and forth between one of Rachel’s to the other, their proximity making it difficult for the trapped woman to look fully into Rachel’s gaze. The silence and the stillness grew heavy with anticipation, expectant. Rachel waited. Watched.
“I,” Delphine began, stopped, licked her lips. She tried again, in a voice soft with the texture of her accent, every word precisely enunciated. “I have a lot of work I must attend to, Ms. Duncan.”
Rachel let the silence stretch, elastic. She fixated, pointedly, on Delphine's lips. They parted slightly under her scrutiny. Rachel could almost hear the bark of warning trying to muster the courage to ring out.
Delphine drew a breath that foreshadowed forthcoming words, but Rachel simply said, "I’ll leave you to it,” and stepped back. She made for the door, paused at the threshold, and glanced over her shoulder. Delphine hadn’t moved but stood tracking Rachel’s exit.
“Does Cosima know about you and Aldous?”
Delphine bit her bottom lip and, for a second, looked away. An obvious tell, that. Rachel smiled humorously.
“Of course she does, smart, pretty thing that she is. Adieu, Dr. Cormier. Keep up the good work.”
The click-clack of her own heels striking the ground was Rachel’s only response.
I think about the possibilities of Rachel-Cosima a lot
"I told Aldous you were dangerous, but he's always been very--especially interested in you."
"Uh, hi. This is awkward. You're Rachel, right?"
"You're not supposed to be here. Cosima."
Funny how her name sounded like "324B21" when this woman said it.
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The worst part was, Rachel was interesting to talk to.