|
|
Post by Sylvia on Apr 13, 2007 17:52:26 GMT -5
*Sylvia smiled and kissed him briefly.*
“Oh, that’s quite simple. I have a weakness…”
*She bit her lip and ravaged him with her eyes before they came back to rest on his own.*
“…for intellectuals.”
*Her expression softened and grew very honest.*
“You had me when you cared if I truly wanted you.”
*Her eyes fell.*
“It is just too foreign in my profession for a man to want anything other than illusion. None care who a woman is beneath.”
((No one cares about the man in the box! Sorry. I digress.))
|
|
|
|
Post by Jonathan Crane on Apr 13, 2007 17:57:32 GMT -5
"I know a few things about illusions."
*He spoke simply and candidly*
"I have used them myself, to inflict terror. Fear and desire are the two things that unite humanity. The illusion of one or the other is behind almost everything."
*He reached out and touched her at the base of her neck*
"Truth is rare. And all the more precious."
|
|
|
|
Post by Sylvia on Apr 13, 2007 18:02:50 GMT -5
*Her lashes fluttered as he touched her bare neck. It felt so strange to not be wearing Thatcher’s necklace. Her eyes opened again and fixed on his.*
“Thank you for forgiving my truth then, even when it complicates things. The more I am around you, the less I seem able to avoid it.”
*She smiled gently. Her eyes lowered again as her voice softened.*
“If you ever want me…to lie to you…for whatever reason…I promise I will do my best. But otherwise…please do not begrudge me my honesty. It pains me enough as it is.”
|
|
|
|
Post by Jonathan Crane on Apr 13, 2007 18:05:43 GMT -5
"I thank you for that promise, but I doubt you will ever need to keep it."
*He smiled sadly*
"I don't like to be decieved. And I don't suppose you enjoy it, either."
|
|
|
|
Post by Sylvia on Apr 13, 2007 18:08:52 GMT -5
*Sylvia sighed and did not look up.*
“There is much about what I am that requires that others deceive me. I rarely am afforded the opportunity to meet the whole person. Only who they are in a moment of desire. But no…I do not like it.”
*Her eyes darted up to his.*
“But you will still be honest with me in all things? As we agreed in your office?”
|
|
|
|
Post by Jonathan Crane on Apr 13, 2007 18:10:39 GMT -5
"Of course."
*He was a bit taken aback*
"Why? Is there something you want to ask me?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Sylvia on Apr 13, 2007 18:14:42 GMT -5
*She offered a timid smile and shook her head.*
“Forgive me; it’s just that this…new situation has left me feeling unsure of myself. I’m not sure who I am supposed to be when I am with you. It’s just…”
*Sylvia’s eyes fell and she sucked her lip.*
“When I am working, I can read off what a client wants and create that fantasy. With you…I cannot read it, nor create it. I am left trying to define my true self in that situation. It is very…complex.”
|
|
|
|
Post by Jonathan Crane on Apr 13, 2007 18:17:11 GMT -5
"And what do you come up with?"
*He looked her in the eyes*
"When you are left defining your true self."
|
|
|
|
Post by Sylvia on Apr 13, 2007 18:26:03 GMT -5
*Her eyes darted to his briefly.*
“I…I am not sure. But I feel in my very depths that you are meant to be part of it. My rock, my anchor. My only desire.”
*Sylvia swallowed hesitantly.*
“But I fear that I have little mercy left for the rest of the world.”
*She smiled slightly.*
|
|
|
|
Post by Jonathan Crane on Apr 13, 2007 18:29:18 GMT -5
"The rest of the world? Well, as long as we're telling the truth, I might as well inform you of something."
*He smiled evily*
"I don't think much of the rest of the world either."
|
|
|
|
Post by Sylvia on Apr 13, 2007 18:32:53 GMT -5
*Sylvia smiled, relieved. She wasn’t sure why she took such comfort in it, but it was a great burden off of her. She wrapped her arms around him, snuggling against him.*
“So what will we do? Just us against all of them? It doesn’t seem like very good odds.”
*Her tone was lighter than her words would imply, but she wasn’t exactly sure how this sort of relationship would work out.*
|
|
|
|
Post by Jonathan Crane on Apr 13, 2007 18:36:51 GMT -5
*Said like Han Solo*
"Never tell me the odds."
*His tone was hard to judge, but he seemed to be serious*
"I'm not a good man. I'm not in denail about that. But I've managed to survive so far."
|
|
|
|
Post by Sylvia on Apr 13, 2007 18:39:53 GMT -5
*She smiled playfully.*
“I would not have a good man. He would never put up with my wickedness.”
*Sylvia kissed him gently and looked him in the eye.*
“Will you? I am very, very wicked…”
*She nibbled his neck affectionately, but there was an odd sincerity in her words.*
((Must away, but I hope to return later. Thanks!))
|
|
|
|
Post by Jonathan Crane on Apr 13, 2007 21:12:20 GMT -5
"My cunning little minx."
*He wrapped his arms around her, wishing the night would never end.*
|
|
|
|
Post by Sylvia on Apr 13, 2007 23:16:06 GMT -5
*Sylvia nuzzled against him, knowing full well that he hadn’t answered her question. It didn’t matter; he had offered something much better. She peered up with a smile.*
“Oh, let me be that always…your minx, your fox, your pussycat…as long as it is yours.”
*She rested against him, tracing her fingertips over his chest in small circles. After some time, she spoke softly, but did not look up.*
“Tomorrow…do you think we might talk to your colleague? If it is true…my freedom would be so much closer.”
*She pressed her body against him for comfort.*
|
|
