he will still never quite be used to the sensation of driving; he yearns for the age of horse and saddle, for the beast that is machine feels impersonal and dangerous - though he has never truly had cause to think of danger. perhaps it is an antiquated mindset to adopt; his kind has always been forced to adapt to the changing times, but godric appreciates history far more than the present, and much more so than the future. the roar of a motor is thrilling to some, but to the ancient ears that inhabit the metal frame it feels as if the wheels of progress grind upon him without ceasing.
does this make him an old man? the age of his youth has far-passed, and yet it has taken him until this millennia to feel the creak of the years upon him. he never changes, never ages, never stirs - and yet the ticking of the clock is a boom between his ears that he cannot ignore. has he overstayed his welcome?
he wonders what might become of him, should he take a turn a moment too haphazardly and fly into the wood, groaning mechanical beast and all. of course, he knows what would become of him, of his damnable metal steed; there is no ending the march of time, it seems, no matter how little left there is to find here on earth.
and still, humans never cease to baffle him. even through the dull exhaustion of a long evening of lecturing, he is quick to spot the hunched figure on the side of the road through the pounding of the rain. it is a wonder how the figure hasnât been hit, for the rain is thick and impermeable, like an iron curtain dropping bullets upon the hood of his car. lips curl, brow furrows - and before he can think better of it, he finds himself pulling the sleek car off the road and onto the shoulder, a respectable distance from the storm-soaked figure.
he rolls down the window, but does not return the girlâs wave, a look of stern skepticism upon his face. âyouâre bound to catch cold,â he asserts, speaking of human ailments as if he himself can relate. he cannot see the girlâs face, but a twinge of familiarly protective impulse grips the most archaic parts of his humanity. âand i cannot carry on while a girl of your age -â as if he could see her through the storm, â- wanders blindly on the side of a busy thoroughfare. youâll soak through before you reach the end of the next block.â and besides, it would be far too easy for a pair of human eyes to miss her as they sped along. it was warm in his car, softly alight with music. he cannot imagine himself to look a threat; his intentions are only good, and he is blunt and transparent as they come. with a click, he unlocks the passenger door, hoping to set his conscience at ease if by merely driving her to the next warm building in town.
the world is not a safe place - and he is the monster least of her worries.
southern hospitality in this town was suffocating only this seemed more genuine than all the other offers she had recieved in her life time. it was a nice car - clearly, it was one of those rich newcomers.Â
âare you sure? I donât want to waste your time.â she was already feeling stuffy - she could feel the soreness in her throat begin as each swallow followed. she managed to take another peek around as her eyes squinted. who was she to get into the car with a stranger? he had a point ( she wouldnât dare to admit he might have multiple ) for a moment she stands only as soaking hands reach for the car handle as she bends forward into the nice warm seat.
she takes a moment to settle into the passenger seat - had she got in too fast? probably. she was crazy for not thinking of the risks she was taking. she allows the negative thoughts to slip from her mind .
Khleo manages a smile to herself as she couldnât help enjoy the heat hit her face. Removing her hood she manages to peek over at the stanger while closing the door. for a moment sheâs captured in his sight. her heart grew warm for a moment - maybe her intuition was telling her to trust him. she couldnât help but glue her eyes on him. if she had seen him from before it was probably around town. it was a mystery stuck at the end of her tongue.Â
âThanks a lot. I promise itâs not too far up the road.â she notes as she feels an awkward tension follow. âIâm Khleo.â she says softly while a smile grows on her lips.  âyou new around here?â
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