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heatherandsteelHe woke up to an afternoon sun and worked to get his bearings, he was sitting in the bleachers of Pleasant Hill High School where he used to sit with Katie. His hands went to his ears which were pointed and he started to curse when Katie, the human girl he'd loved was there. Her eyes were older since the Luidaeg made her forget Blind Michael and all of him. She was dressed for school in dark jeans and a purple sweater that brought out the dark colors in her eyes.
Her gaze was tight on him and he had to hide, she couldn't see him. When she spoke her voice was soft and she stopped a few feet away from him and stared, "Hey, don't run away. This is a dream sort of thing. Its because we're officially dead to each other or something."
"What? But you shouldn't see me, its dangerous," He hadn't moved though, not with her looking at him as if she could solve him. It was why he'd liked her, she was beautiful, clever and she wanted to know how everything worked. When they'd studied, she would rest her head on his shoulder and tell him about physics and how it made sense of the world.
"Is that actual bronze in your hair? Your eyes are bluer than I remembered, but I don't remember much. I don't think I'll even remember this, she did that to help me. I don't know if I like that. You're meant to remember the bad and face it," She frowned as she spoke and he could see her trying to puzzle it out.
"Yes, the Luidaeg did that, if she hadn't then you might have lost yourself trying to make sense of what happened. She's not always nice but she's fair."
"But I had already been lost and broken in a place that shouldn't have been. Why would it have been so awful if I understood?"
"Because you wouldn't have understood, not really. Do you remember how annoyed you were when we were studying Shakespeare and how it was all iambic pentameter?"
"Okay, yeah, I mean it sounded nice and all but everything was in it and it didn't have to be. It would have worked just as well if there was some variation."
"This is like that. A lot of it makes sense to me because I'm used to thinking in iambic pentameter, but you're not and you would keep trying to find a way to translate it."
Katie was quiet before she walked closer to him, reaching out to touch the point of his ear, "This is the real you?"
"Yes, it is. I'm sorry," The words felt small but he couldn't think what else to say.
She looked him over once more then tugged gently at his ear, "Thank you for saving me and I probably wouldn't like what I would have understood."
Then she turned and walked down the track and Quentin woke up to the setting sun shining in his eyes from the partly opened curtain of his rooms in Milliways.
Her gaze was tight on him and he had to hide, she couldn't see him. When she spoke her voice was soft and she stopped a few feet away from him and stared, "Hey, don't run away. This is a dream sort of thing. Its because we're officially dead to each other or something."
"What? But you shouldn't see me, its dangerous," He hadn't moved though, not with her looking at him as if she could solve him. It was why he'd liked her, she was beautiful, clever and she wanted to know how everything worked. When they'd studied, she would rest her head on his shoulder and tell him about physics and how it made sense of the world.
"Is that actual bronze in your hair? Your eyes are bluer than I remembered, but I don't remember much. I don't think I'll even remember this, she did that to help me. I don't know if I like that. You're meant to remember the bad and face it," She frowned as she spoke and he could see her trying to puzzle it out.
"Yes, the Luidaeg did that, if she hadn't then you might have lost yourself trying to make sense of what happened. She's not always nice but she's fair."
"But I had already been lost and broken in a place that shouldn't have been. Why would it have been so awful if I understood?"
"Because you wouldn't have understood, not really. Do you remember how annoyed you were when we were studying Shakespeare and how it was all iambic pentameter?"
"Okay, yeah, I mean it sounded nice and all but everything was in it and it didn't have to be. It would have worked just as well if there was some variation."
"This is like that. A lot of it makes sense to me because I'm used to thinking in iambic pentameter, but you're not and you would keep trying to find a way to translate it."
Katie was quiet before she walked closer to him, reaching out to touch the point of his ear, "This is the real you?"
"Yes, it is. I'm sorry," The words felt small but he couldn't think what else to say.
She looked him over once more then tugged gently at his ear, "Thank you for saving me and I probably wouldn't like what I would have understood."
Then she turned and walked down the track and Quentin woke up to the setting sun shining in his eyes from the partly opened curtain of his rooms in Milliways.
