her lips TREMBLE at the itch of telling him what he TASTES like to her. kisa does think he tastes good, but she’ll NEVER say it aloud. the moment is done with & they’ve had their thing but she always FEELS like seth is always looking at her.as if she were see-through like a LOOKING GLASS. she muses on seth’s CHILDHOOD memories of thanksgiving & the familiarity of being in prison. prison was SUFFOCATING, DROWNING like deep water with no way out but to go ( D O W N ). she knows, a THOUSAND YEARS locked in a temple that wasn’t even hers. it was only borrowed space much like taxpayer money. there’s a faint glimmer of a smile at the thought of a smaller looking seth & richard with FRESH-FACES & uncle eddie celebrating thanksgiving. she can’t quite understand this holiday but she senses WARMTH & happiness. her family only remains in the DISTANT past, a relic reaped by malvado since he knew only to TAKE. the last one reminds her of what she simply sees on HIS RESUME, a thief. seth is slick like an eel as he passes by a rich person. he was such a PRETENDER , but liars always could pick one out of a crowd & slippery fingers collect his prize. ❝ i won’t say anything.❞ she tells him gently & HUSHED in the corridor before their moment to SPRING into action comes up. slowly she gets herself up, hair MESSY, & fingers touch lips just in case of any EXCESS blood. ❝we’ll be wasting time since general tatuaje should be here any minute now. we’ll survive.❞ she tells him with reassurance with no remnants of what just transpired.
There’s a second of time where he’s left wondering. A part of him desires to
learn the truth. What had she seen in his blood? What memories had she
unlocked and could he control such an action? Was he able to only show
her the things he wanted her to see? There’s still so much he didn’t quite
understand and he gets that, however, he doesn’t wish too be viewed as the
human fighting for a culebra world. There were many creatures that walked
this earth, so he learned through fighting Amaru’s goons, but none of them
could handle the roll of being a Gecko. After all, that name takes pide in
itself and he’d never break that code. A breath draws between worn liips
as she breaks away and chocolate gaze dances downwards to look at her.
He feels lightheaded and as if he had just went on the best drug induced
trip of his life and he let’s out a soft laugh. “I trust you to hold my secrets.”
A moment of real, raw emotions fill the hallway they reside in, a soft
smile basking upon features as he pushes himself off the ground, standing.
“Let’s fucking hope. I swore I’d never go back to a shithole like prison.”
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