10-11-2018, 10:26 PM
My name is Rafael. Please don't ask about the scar. It is a LONG story.
"Like the angel? Fitting. I'm Thalia." Her lips curved a smile as she squinted at the tiny letters, like he hadn't quite taken her reassurance as permission to mar her drawings. Curiosity burned, particularly since he asked her not to ask, but as her gaze bounced back up she shrugged acceptance. She hadn't joined him out of concern; or at least not the sort that felt any obligation. Rather, he had looked lonely.
Monsters are real? The eavesdropped conversation tripped a wire in her head, then. She'd joked with Aylin about the Fuseli painting while she'd searched for the identity of that other sketch, the one that demanded life. But Rafael's answer scrawled in the margins of a page that suddenly set her heart to beating; a cluster of creatures, their ravenous gazes peering out at the viewer. An idle musing, not a compulsion, and yet for a moment something blurred like a memory rose and burst against the surface of her mind.
My name is--
My name is--
Her head tilted, but the thought drowned, leaving little more than an uncomfortable scratch of déjà vu.
"Like the angel? Fitting. I'm Thalia." Her lips curved a smile as she squinted at the tiny letters, like he hadn't quite taken her reassurance as permission to mar her drawings. Curiosity burned, particularly since he asked her not to ask, but as her gaze bounced back up she shrugged acceptance. She hadn't joined him out of concern; or at least not the sort that felt any obligation. Rather, he had looked lonely.
Monsters are real? The eavesdropped conversation tripped a wire in her head, then. She'd joked with Aylin about the Fuseli painting while she'd searched for the identity of that other sketch, the one that demanded life. But Rafael's answer scrawled in the margins of a page that suddenly set her heart to beating; a cluster of creatures, their ravenous gazes peering out at the viewer. An idle musing, not a compulsion, and yet for a moment something blurred like a memory rose and burst against the surface of her mind.
My name is--
My name is--
Her head tilted, but the thought drowned, leaving little more than an uncomfortable scratch of déjà vu.