12-04-2015, 11:42 AM
Wichita
surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life
She's surprised, pleasantly surprised.
If you would have asked Wichita on any given day, what Rapscallion was thinking about, she would have suggested, Himself.
It's no secret the way he has always been sort of a loner, at least while he has been a resident of the Gates. He was the strong, silent type- heavy on the silent. So when he begins into a lengthy explanation, she is so surprised that she stands there awkwardly for a while. She wouldn't have dreamed that he was capable of such a thought process, but what he responds with is a trail of deep thinking. However chaotic it seemed to her.
"Oh, I. Well that's a mouthful." She decides he's really trying for once. Trying for what? She wasn't sure. He was so closed off that it was difficult to tell his true intentions, let alone the emotions he was feeling. "Ain't it kind of amazing though?" She asks after a pause of silence. "Can you imagine ever bein' so invested in somethin' that you would give your life for it? Even if ya didn't have to?" Wichita wasn't certain that he could imagine such a thing. That he actually imagined anything at all. He might surprise her again though, he was already proving he could do that.
"To some it might seem stupid. For them, it's the survival of their species. A chance to leave something behind, no matter the cost." The topic sort of hit home for Wichita. She herself had spent so much time making children, trying to make love happen. All she got in return was love from her children, after all this time she accepted that is the only love she would receive. She accepted it and decided it would have to be enough, it wasn't such a tragedy after all was it? When she was gone, they would remain, and with that a little part of herself would remain. The thought made her smile warmly, and she looked up at him again as he asked his own question.
It was a mirror of hers, she laughed, a twinkle in her eye. That was a fair question. "I'm thinkin' about you, yeah." She waits, hoping the uncertainty of that statement would bring some wave of feeling from him. "I'm thinkin' how hard it is ta tell what you're feeling. Not like the kids, their emotions come freely. You though, you're different." She steps closer, somehow thinking that a closer proximity to him would help.
amen.
Lady and Governor of Heaven's Gates