i loved the girl some thought too strange, too dark, who spoke the cadence of her own mythology, sanity, with the words from books trailing her lips like shadows.
“Special treatment, he does not let me do it. When I try, it does that, ringing Claudia talks about. Leaves me with a little migraine.”
She lets out a dry laugh.
“I never thought that, but it is pleasing to hear.”
A nod of acknowledgment. “He does share himself with me when he feels it necessary. I refuse to read his mind, though he doesn’t block me from it.”
He flicks the cigarette.
“I am not as controlling as I once was.”
“That is good, does he, tell you anything yet? Or did you do digging yourself?”
A quirk of her brow.
“You don’t need to turn your head. It’s just smoke.”
Smoke escapes his lips as he exhales, turning his head so it wouldn’t go in her face.
“We are happy, yes.” A gentle not, a half smile as he lowers his cigarette.
“Still figuring eachother out, seeing where we fit.”
“Not de first time to hear that.”
Claudia told her enough about him.
A tilt of her head, taking a sip of the blood in a glass.
“Adorable. I want to guess, that you two are happy?”
“Louis. .” He trails off, digging into his pocket and pulling out a cigarette and his lighter. “Is an idiot.”
Resting the cigarette between his lips he swiftly lights it, snapping the metal lighter closed.
“He’s fine. Enthusiastic. Attentive. Much like a puppy, but aware.”
“Ah, so Louis is no more, hm?”
A chuckle left her.
“I could care less to what the idiot does with you. He knows what he gets himself into. Tell me, how is he?”
“He is my lover. My A’ghrá. We are companions.” He replies softly, approaching the table to sit across from her.
“Is that okay? I wasn’t aware I had to consult you on who I choose to pillow with.”
Uhm Hello.
My name is Daniel Molloy. I’m 20 years old and I am an aspiring investigative journalist! I am interested in hearing your story.
Wait.. wait let me get my tapes
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