06-04-2014, 02:47 PM
His answer delivered, and Tehya's gaze fell elsewhere.
The tug at the corners of his lips faltered, and his expression turned thoughtful. The cynic within suggested it was the reflexive guilt of coming treachery, but the man within hoped her reaction was for entirely different reasons.
He did not often think of girls ... women, he corrected ... as more than passing companions. He steeled his heart against such distractions, armor that allowed him to focus on more desirable pursuits. The women in his world were typically decent people, but as for that blonde on the beach at Wellington, he viewed most with variable amounts of disinterest.
That Tehya wilted under his gaze, would rather seek the blackness of passing tunnels than meet the horizon of his gaze, it filled Elias with a strange new sensation. Most averted their gaze because they wished him invisible, like he were some blight on their pretty white-fenced Sunday School world.
He wasn't sure how he felt about the dynamic between them.
"I'm here until I get the answers I want, or until the questions lead me away,"
was his reply: crystalline, but cryptic. In truth, he was unsure himself. "My uncle was lost at sea. He has colleagues here whom might have answers."
It was his turn, then, to let his gaze drift.
His thoughts followed. Do you believe in monsters?
The tug at the corners of his lips faltered, and his expression turned thoughtful. The cynic within suggested it was the reflexive guilt of coming treachery, but the man within hoped her reaction was for entirely different reasons.
He did not often think of girls ... women, he corrected ... as more than passing companions. He steeled his heart against such distractions, armor that allowed him to focus on more desirable pursuits. The women in his world were typically decent people, but as for that blonde on the beach at Wellington, he viewed most with variable amounts of disinterest.
That Tehya wilted under his gaze, would rather seek the blackness of passing tunnels than meet the horizon of his gaze, it filled Elias with a strange new sensation. Most averted their gaze because they wished him invisible, like he were some blight on their pretty white-fenced Sunday School world.
He wasn't sure how he felt about the dynamic between them.
"I'm here until I get the answers I want, or until the questions lead me away,"
was his reply: crystalline, but cryptic. In truth, he was unsure himself. "My uncle was lost at sea. He has colleagues here whom might have answers."
It was his turn, then, to let his gaze drift.
His thoughts followed. Do you believe in monsters?