ladyfirestarter: (Tet Corporation)
ladyfirestarter ([personal profile] ladyfirestarter) wrote2007-08-26 11:30 pm

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Every so often, Charlie's called to the home office in New York. She tries to arrange a day or two extra before and after the scheduled meeting, just to walk around and see the city.

The desert has become her heart's home, but ... once or twice a year she starts to sicken for the sight of skyscrapers and yellow cabs, the way some people sicken for mountains or the sea.

It's a brisk day in early September, cool and breezy, ideal for walking.

[identity profile] notboundnow.livejournal.com 2007-09-02 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
Time passes in the service of gazing, and if there is more to be said, it is quiet and brief.

Prometheus turns back to Charlie, then. "I like your completely new thing," he says softly. "Surprise doesn't begin to cover it."

[identity profile] notboundnow.livejournal.com 2007-09-02 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
"It is." He looks again, the rose and the earth and the (pillar). "Yes."

Something faint twists within him. Your work, it whispers, (but not mine. Where am I?) He squeezes his eyes shut, quick enough to make seem like blinking, and pushes it away.

[identity profile] notboundnow.livejournal.com 2007-09-02 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
He glances sidelong, surprised. "No no, it's nothing." He offers up a smile. "Just my brain at odds with me again."

[identity profile] notboundnow.livejournal.com 2007-09-02 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
"We can go." It's worth so much, a little more time won't add to the value.

One last nod to the rose, and he turns to leave the lobby.

[identity profile] notboundnow.livejournal.com 2007-09-02 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
For a moment, he stops, stiff with something he could not name.

The stiffness eases, replaced with a calm, like clay spun on a wheel.

"I trust you," he answers, though he does not face the rose again. Some tautness shakes itself free of his limbs. He goes with Charlie through the door, smiling.