02-01-2017, 08:37 PM
After her playful comment to Dahmer, he pulls closer to her. Lucrezia smile draws across wider on her cream lips as she looks at the black stallion. A playful look dances in her nutmeg eyes as she looks into his blue eyes. She is not afraid to say what she wants or to be what she wants—in these moments she has come to feel no reserve not to. “I never said I would take it back,” she replies back to him, “And even so why would I?” She laughs before he can even answer, and turns her focus back onto the rocky path ahead of her.
The smell of sulfur and earthy elements fill her nostrils. There is something refreshing about it, something unknown. A deeper part of her seeks out such indefinite things and beings, only wanting to know more, craving to know everything about it. However, their adventure halts for a moment due to the assault by a small bug.
Her inquiry of why he hates the snow is something more than she had thought. There was a deeper memory, something dark and hidden. Lucrezia could feel it on the edge, carefully as she watched him decide.
When Dahmer decides to tell the sad tale, Lucrezia eyes become softer. Her cheerful expression from earlier fades away into something more concerning. Personally, she does not know anything of loss due to a loved one dying. She only knows loss of loved ones that lied and gave false promises to her. This was much different than what Dahmer was telling her.
She days not say anything for the longest time. The silence grows between them, but her gaze does not shift away from the black stallion. Lucrezia pushes aside his switch of topic about adventure just for a moment. “I’m sorry, Dahmer,” she says softly, but a genuine feeling is held and hopefully heard in her words. “Your father was fearless, and a selfless person to make such a decision to save another.” It was all she said on the matter. She does not want to press for anything anymore; opening up to another was never easier.
Lucrezia then adds a lopsided smile, now addressing his words of adventure and the view of Tephra before. “No one said it would be easy, Dahmer.” She chuckles softly at him. “I am also not a fan of the smell too.” She crinkles her nose as well. Lucrezia then turns to take a look at the view of their home from where they stand on the volcano. “It is quite beautiful up here.” A view that was worth all of the sacrifices and hardships she had to face. It was beautiful in the very end, so far the masterpiece of her life was turning into.
The smell of sulfur and earthy elements fill her nostrils. There is something refreshing about it, something unknown. A deeper part of her seeks out such indefinite things and beings, only wanting to know more, craving to know everything about it. However, their adventure halts for a moment due to the assault by a small bug.
Her inquiry of why he hates the snow is something more than she had thought. There was a deeper memory, something dark and hidden. Lucrezia could feel it on the edge, carefully as she watched him decide.
When Dahmer decides to tell the sad tale, Lucrezia eyes become softer. Her cheerful expression from earlier fades away into something more concerning. Personally, she does not know anything of loss due to a loved one dying. She only knows loss of loved ones that lied and gave false promises to her. This was much different than what Dahmer was telling her.
She days not say anything for the longest time. The silence grows between them, but her gaze does not shift away from the black stallion. Lucrezia pushes aside his switch of topic about adventure just for a moment. “I’m sorry, Dahmer,” she says softly, but a genuine feeling is held and hopefully heard in her words. “Your father was fearless, and a selfless person to make such a decision to save another.” It was all she said on the matter. She does not want to press for anything anymore; opening up to another was never easier.
Lucrezia then adds a lopsided smile, now addressing his words of adventure and the view of Tephra before. “No one said it would be easy, Dahmer.” She chuckles softly at him. “I am also not a fan of the smell too.” She crinkles her nose as well. Lucrezia then turns to take a look at the view of their home from where they stand on the volcano. “It is quite beautiful up here.” A view that was worth all of the sacrifices and hardships she had to face. It was beautiful in the very end, so far the masterpiece of her life was turning into.
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