Mister Chandler, when stripped from his cowboy persona was very intuitive. A great asset and gift, one that she did not feel particularly grateful for at the moment. A shiver passed over her, a kind of cold settling itself in the pit of her stomach. One that had nothing to do with the weather or the winter months. She had foolishly hoped that she had bested the wretched demon that held her in his rains for so long, that at last, she was free to resume her life or start it anew.
Finally able to reach out and almost touch the normality that was all around, in every mother with her unruly child, in every chimney sweep, and in all the small fruit stalls where customers carefully picked out deliciously ripe apples. But it was perhaps her own punishment, that she would never fully be able to be part of that life.
“ Ethan…” She says on the exhale as they make their way down the cobblestone street. It was rather late at night and Sir Malcolm had asked them to meet at the London Zoo. “ I don’t want to lie, but I’m afraid. I’m afraid to speak of these things, afraid if I mention them, it would lure them to me once again. Afraid of what might happen. Afraid of who I might hurt. ” She looks at him now with a tenderness that she should conceal but does not want to, or does not know how. “ You understand, don’t you? ”
fullintenticns asked: ‘you can't lie to me. i can tell when you're lying.’ For Vanessa from Ethan / MEME - accepting.
