She leapt up. She ran across the room, she slammed the door behind her, she locked him in. She gathered Bert and they left the temple, somehow, going somewhere far away from this man.
Only she didn't do any of it.
She imagined it, but she remained where she was. Naked, bruised, bleeding. Staring at the ceiling.
What would it be like, she wondered, to be this man's other? Was it always like this? Rough and twisted and full of shame after? Or was it something you grew used to, like a strong smell that gradually seemed to fade, the longer you were exposed to it?
"Don't you ever wanted to be loved, Flagg? Aren't you lonely?"
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Date: 2013-05-29 08:04 pm (UTC)Only she didn't do any of it.
She imagined it, but she remained where she was. Naked, bruised, bleeding. Staring at the ceiling.
What would it be like, she wondered, to be this man's other? Was it always like this? Rough and twisted and full of shame after? Or was it something you grew used to, like a strong smell that gradually seemed to fade, the longer you were exposed to it?
"Don't you ever wanted to be loved, Flagg? Aren't you lonely?"