Michael Price (Apr 6, 2011 10:56:02 PM)
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Michael Price (Apr 6, 2011 11:00:37 PM)
Perhaps...*he seems to watch her in a different way as she moves and runs, perhaps a strange way....at least to him...he wouldn't recognise the expression, having truely given up everything to get to where he thought it was most important for him to be.*
Violetta duBois (Apr 6, 2011 11:03:46 PM)
*Climbing up onto the rock pools, her hand tugs at his to pull him with her. Leading them both along the treacherous ridge she moves closer and closer towards the ever moving ocean, her eyes watching the skyline eagerly.* It is here that you can feel it, just for a moment you can almost taste it.
Michael Price (Apr 6, 2011 11:05:37 PM)
Oh? *he watches her closely not having seen this sort of fire from her before, it draws him...like a fire does a man frozen and lost.*
Violetta duBois (Apr 6, 2011 11:06:55 PM)
*She turns to smile at him, lightning flashes accross the horizon to highlight her features for but a moment against the darkness.* The world starting to wash itself clean. *As though her words were a cue he feels the first raindrops start to fall from the sky, drifting down through all that empty air towards them and the deserted little beach.*
Michael Price (Apr 6, 2011 11:10:45 PM)
*He falls to the ground...first his knees then backwards onto his hind end...as the rain falls around him...He's always thought...that because he could not cry....that when it rained it was the world crying for him...the bitter tears that would have fallen when his marriage fell apart after the war...the terrible cost of his obsession...He looked out over at the sea, and remembered the wracking pain the last tear he shed cost his body...and why he'll never need another.* It is...beautiful Violet...If i did not know you better i'd say this was a manner of connection...but...i do...*he smiles oddly. the strange swirling darkness behind his eyes.*
Violetta duBois (Apr 6, 2011 11:13:52 PM)
Wait. *She whispers the word, her head falling backwards as she raises her face to the sky. Her senses calling out to it she takes hold of the weather above New Orleans, the very sky itself obeying her command as lightning streaks accross the sky and thunder crashes with the power of the heavens themselves and the rain falls harder and faster, rushing towards the earth to sweep away all it's dirt and grim. Finally opening her eyes she smiles down at him, her clothing soaked and hair wet streaks that cling to the side of her face.* Oh mon amie, this is a connection... that is the tragedy of it all.
Michael Price (Apr 6, 2011 11:18:50 PM)
I'm not sure i understand...*he gets back up and swiftly removes his coat to wrap around her, this behaivor seeming to be less manners then concern, an odd emotionality he hadn't shown since they met. He was always cunning and clever always fun and good with words but there was always a sense of cold detachement as though he loved the game, but couldn't love people.*
Violetta duBois (Apr 6, 2011 11:23:18 PM)
*Her blue eyes look into his as the lightning continues to flash around them both, the storm touching the ocean so that the waves struck harder upon the rocks and sent sprays of ocean water over them. The jacket barely noticed as she seems to stare into him, she shakes her head a little.* It is better that you do not poet, for if you did....
Michael Price (Apr 6, 2011 11:28:07 PM)
*He chuckles* Souls lost to the waves of time, tormented and strange, yet still connected even a single thread binding them even over the miles and epochs...
Violetta duBois (Apr 6, 2011 11:30:27 PM)
*She smiles at that, though a sadness lay behind her eyes as she looks to the doomed mortal man before her so unaware of his own fate.* Perhaps... but I wanted you to see mon poet, that despite it all, the rains come. And one day they will come all at once and wash clean the whole world.
Michael Price (Apr 6, 2011 11:31:26 PM)
Do we have to be alone, Violet? *he says suddenly and oddly, his tone strange even to himself as he looks down at his feet.*
Michael Price (Apr 6, 2011 11:33:06 PM)
You seem to be forever reaching...but always drawing away when you can feel the heat of another...does the fire frighten you so?*he watches her closely, perhaps not supernatural perception but he was far to aware for his own good regarldess.*
Violetta duBois (Apr 6, 2011 11:34:05 PM)
No Michael. *She watches him, the smile faltering.* But until all those rains come, each connection must be paid for, each loss accounted for. *She shakes her head and turns back to the ocean, her arms wrapping around herself to hold the jacket closed.* You said once that you had no right to bring unhappiness to another? Perhaps I know that my touch is both a blessing and a curse.
Michael Price (Apr 6, 2011 11:35:13 PM)
That can be said of everything that exsists today....even that which true poets call love...
Violetta duBois (Apr 6, 2011 11:38:01 PM)
*Her eyes watching the ocean before her, she finally turns her face to the side to let him see her profile, her words but a whisper that the wind seems eager to tear away.* I am more dangerous than you know Michael. Is it wrong that I wish to hide that from you?
Michael Price (Apr 6, 2011 11:40:15 PM)
Does it frighten you that I am so good at tugging at your desire? *he says oddly also looking out over the sea....odd ideas occuring to him strange poetic things...foolish destracting things.*
Violetta duBois (Apr 6, 2011 11:41:23 PM)
Oui. *She speaks the single word simply, her gaze returning to the ocean depths to watch the restless sea, the night seeming to call for honesty.* Very much so.
Michael Price (Apr 6, 2011 11:42:23 PM)
Is it wrong that i can do this? Is...it strange that i can do it with such ease?*he says still watching her.*
Violetta duBois (Apr 6, 2011 11:43:49 PM)
Oui. *She nods once more, her eyes never leaving the water as the rain continues to pour down.* For it rests on the cusp of what cannot be.
Michael Price (Apr 6, 2011 11:45:18 PM)
*he chuckles* Did you know I have an odd emotional condition where if I cry...my body is wracked with pain?
Violetta duBois (Apr 6, 2011 11:46:47 PM)
*She turns to him at that, a gentle smile coming to her lips. One hand reaching out, she touches fingers gently to his cheek and the water that streams along his skin.* Then you are simply not allowed to cry mon poet.
Michael Price (Apr 6, 2011 11:48:50 PM)
No...I cannot, many things have come to pass in my life that would make any man weep....bitter tears trears like stars falling from the sky...but I do not have this luxury...What I have...is the rain...the sky she cries for me...because i can't...I've always thought so...such an odd Idea to stick with when all the world is dark...and from everywhere there are people who reach out to steal and kill...
Violetta duBois (Apr 6, 2011 11:51:47 PM)
*The irony striking her as a beautiful thing, she hovers on the brink of telling him that the tears that fall from the sky are hers, but then that would lead to places she knew could not be retreated from.* There is beauty in this world too Michael, warm and joy, you should not be afraid of it.
Michael Price (Apr 6, 2011 11:52:36 PM)
Do you think, I can touch that beauty? With these filthy hands?
Michael Price (Apr 6, 2011 11:52:58 PM)
*he sighs looking down at his hands suddenly deeply mournful...so terribly grief stricken*
Violetta duBois (Apr 6, 2011 11:55:54 PM)
*She reaches out to take hold of his hand, seeming to peer down at it for a long moment, before she laces her fingers through his.* I think mon poet, that there are none in this world whose hands are clean.. and no creature of beauty exists who does not require a protector who is willing to dirty his own oui?
Michael Price (Apr 6, 2011 11:57:31 PM)
*He pulls her down to him, when their fingers a laced. and looks deeply into her eyes.* How...can you be so hypnotic...so like the fire and...I can still hold myself from you....am I broken? Am I to be the lonely protector? The eternal warrior?
Violetta duBois (Apr 6, 2011 11:58:30 PM)
No. *She smiles a little sadly as she moves towards him, shaking her head.* If you can hold yourself then I am simply not -the- one.
Violetta duBois (Apr 6, 2011 11:59:44 PM)
(brb!)