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50…out of love.In the past few weeks Plaque had noticed a change in the air, something different, changing, developing in themselves. They found that their eyes commonly turned to the one they called Rabbit, watching how he smiled, how he messed up his words when too excited or flustered, the way he played and joked. Watching him had become a pass time, something they deeply enjoyed and at first they thought it was because he was a shining example of what it meant to be human. To learn from him, be like him...But now, now they weren’t so sure.At the smallest touch, like an accidental brush of fingers when they walked together just a tad too close, would cause a dark oil slick type rainbow to ripple across their body and they just didn’t understand. What was wrong with them? What was this feeling deep inside? Why did they feel so nervous, almost sick sometimes when they gazed upon Rabbit.Why had something they once enjoyed so much now made them feel weird, off and sometimes even sad.It was annoying, frustrating, awful. It felt awful.In the end they took a break, something desperately needed and for a week while they sorted out their feelings they did not go out at night, they did not go on patrols and most importantly, they did not see Rabbit. No contact at all.And then they took another week to get their act together, to grow a metaphorical pair and by the end they called him out, asking to meet up at his place as they still refused to show him theirs. They couldn’t take the chance of him seeing their place, of the chance of them knowing Lara before they took control. No, no, no, no chance.They made him sit down as they paced almost nervously back and forth, they could only wonder what their sudden absence made him thing and now this? A sandpaper like texture rippled across their body, they were annoyed with themselves. So annoyed.They had come so far and now they were chickening out? NO.“Close your eyes.” They then spoke, demanded even. “And don’t open them until I say. You cannot open them until we say.” Their pacing has finally stopped, hands gripped tightly, they almost felt guilty as their dear sweet Rabbit looked so confused but he did it. He closed his eyes. Thank god.Plaque sighed as they moved their hands up, running them underneath their hood and over hair unseen as they also pushed back their hood. The shadows stayed in place for a second, taking on the shape of the inside of the hood before forming tighter against the skull.After a moment Plaque moved in front of Luke, their footsteps heavy on the floor, their eyes staring down at the man before they carefully placed their hand over his eyes, covering them. They couldn’t take the risk after all. They just...Couldn’t and once they felt safe enough the shadows around their head began to recede so that they could gaze upon him with her eyes.“We hope you understand” Plaque whispered, their voice completely different. No filtered, no far off sounds, just her voice, soft and meek. Such a gentle sound that was only ever hinted at in Plaque’s normal voice.With their free hand they slowly raised Luke’s chin, wanting him to look up at them as they leaned down, hesitating for only a second before pressing their lips against his. Their hands shaking but their conviction strong.They didn’t know what would happen after this, but this desire, this need in them...they had to do something. They just hoped that this was the right answer. They just hoped.
