[He wants to, and he doesn't. Every acknowledgement he gives to the creature and what it called up in him is a step towards a deep abyss. Because it wasn't her, and if it was, well, that is the anchor at the end of a very long chain of reasoning ready to be tossed overboard and drag him with it, all tangled.
Painful metaphors. He shakes his head.] Her name was Lucita de Aragon. My companion, and Anatole's - his longer than mine. It's... a long story. We weren't on the best of terms, before she died. [And what a death that had been...]
Yours - Michael - an angel, wasn't he? One more reason not to believe they were truly the ones whose forms they took...
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Date: 2017-05-31 03:31 pm (UTC)Painful metaphors. He shakes his head.] Her name was Lucita de Aragon. My companion, and Anatole's - his longer than mine. It's... a long story. We weren't on the best of terms, before she died. [And what a death that had been...]
Yours - Michael - an angel, wasn't he? One more reason not to believe they were truly the ones whose forms they took...