She felt his eyes on her and knew that the moment she glanced at him she would probably utter every little thing that crossed her mind. There were nuances in the way he spoke, certain syllables hitting her in such a way that she couldn’t stop herself as she fell into the cadence of their conversation - giving in and yet pulling away when she knew she might be saying too much. It reminded her of a dance, a dangerous one at that, but a dance nonetheless. A faint twitch at the corner of her lips pulled her from her thoughts before she decided to do what she probably shouldn’t and allowed herself to turn her attention to him fully. “The latter… The second I fall out of step is the moment I lose my life to them. Not that I truly own this life of mine when I have to live in fear of them. But is it really fear when I just go along with it and sometimes wish I could just throw myself at their feet to be rid of this?” A tug at her conscience had her turning away, eyes settling on the ducks again and tossing a few pieces of bread to them in quick succession before she began to turn the half of bread between her fingers. It reminded her of how she was taking in his words, looking at them and dissecting them as if she could find some hidden meaning in the order they were spoken or the tone they were spoken in. Suddenly her voice was as soft as his, being carried away on the breeze to his ear. “I wouldn’t disagree but I don’t quite feel you see what I mean. I don’t truly live — Just go through the motions. I feel nothing that any other living being does. I no longer know what fun is, what excitement is, what fear or love are… All of it has been taken from me, as if I’m a soulless being who is simply here to do another’s bidding.”
“Them, she says”, he murmured out, gaze veering back to the ducks and their oblivious chase of nourishment as they tried to be the lucky ones reaching pieces of bread first. “Them, I wonder who they are”, he went on, caring not to hide his curious inclination. Though it was faint, that day… subdued, if you will, like his mind and unbeating heart. Although he did not know what it was that she spoke of, and did thus not have the authority to say he understood, the question she posed for him made a dry hint of a smile tug at the corner of his lips. “That’s a good question, miss”, he said. “I might have asked myself similar things in the past”, he also added, voice light and lofty, as if he might as well have spoken of nothing but the weather. “I think it might be common for those who walk within the lines of safety”, he went on. “They have seen the peril yet not subjected themselves to it, until it almost feels as though it’s a suffocating pressure—something to break free of, be it at the cost of pain and, maybe, life. Life can be a tiring existence when you are confined within rules.” He breathed in a quiet, deeper breath, and it passed his lips as he exhaled, whilst fingers toyed absentmindedly with another piece of bread. When it went on its way, it soared in a quiet arc through the air, falling close to one of the smaller ducks. Perhaps he had hoped it would manage to catch it before another duck dove in for the chance. If so, his attempt was in vain. “You feel nothing?” he repeated quietly then, an eyebrow arching. “If you truly felt nothing, you would not wonder over things like throwing yourself at their mercy. You would just obey, for what reason would you have to do anything else. Curiosity? An emotion as well. Do you mean to say you are jaded, or your emotions altered, that they have a different life from usual mortals?”
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“Them, she says”, he murmured out, gaze veering back to the ducks and their oblivious chase of nourishment as they tried...
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She felt his eyes on her and knew that the moment she glanced at him she would probably utter every little thing that...