Post by Lovely on Jul 1, 2009 17:10:13 GMT -5
Sept 5, 2006
Their paths seemed ever destined to cross.
Leaving the local ICU in town, Deacon didn't bother much with doors, walking through the wall and sauntering slowly through the parking lot. He stopped to pick a dandelion growing in a crack in the pavement, admiring its strength in such an adverse place. He grinned at the strangeness.. how life seemed to hang on to every precious drop no matter how small. He twirled its yellow bloom, watching it spin in his fingers and slowly fade.
Kiefer was in the room next to the one he'd just visited. It appeared he may have to come back. She sat on the ledge watching him out the window, both of them unseen by mortals, other than those so close to passing through the veil.
The newly filled vial in his pocket clinked against one that remained empty. He turned to look back at the building as a rushing ambulance raced over the spot where he stood, through him, around him, unhindered, unseen as the driver moved over the lot. Deacon strode back inside, running his finger over the stopped red-and-white van and the gurney as it was pulled out. No, not his time yet, he smiled, letting the injured man get scurried away. He followed though, returning to the ICU where he'd just been. "Busy night. How's yours?" He somenow knew she was there.
She smiled turning from the window and slipping from the ledge where she'd been 'resting'. Her visage was of a casual young girl, faded jeans, bare feet, a plain light colored long sleeve v-neck top. It was what her person was comfortable seeing. "Busy place..I spend quite a bit of time here.." She smiled softly. "Did you bring me flowers?"
Deacon looked confused a moment, looking around himself and the doorway where he stood not unlike a friendly pastor waiting to read rites. He found he still had the dandelion in his fingers and chuckled. "Not exactly, but if it pleases... then this is for you," he offered with a slight bow.
"A weed is simply a flower whose virtues have yet to be discovered." Her smile brightened as she glided closer to gently take the dandelion from him. "It's lovely, thank you. It's the sentiment, not the offering that matters." She whispered, leaning to thank him with a soft kiss.
Her offer felt strange under bright lights and austere surroundings. The kiss was nonetheless accepted and he smiled. "As if I'm one to discuss discovering virtues of just any flower," he quipped with a dark grin reminiscent of his father. "Or is that a different sentiment for another time?"
"It's always the right time for any sentiment with me, silly." She ran her finger down over his nose and tucked the dandelion's stem behind her ear.
"Ah but your virtues are already well ... discovered," he added, watching her finger and the movement to her ear as she adorned her red locks with the tiny yellow puff. His gaze continued down over the outfit she'd chosen and he nodded, not that she ever needed him to voice his approval apparently. "Don't suppose I need to tell you I like the outfit. Very... youthful."
"Thank you.. I am so youthful, you know.." Kiefer giggled and slipped beside him, curling her arm around his waist. "You know one of these days you're going to have to take me on something other than a working date." She teased him, clearly not upset that they'd run into each other like this -again. "This one is close, I didn't realize so close that you'd be stopping by, I think you'll be happy with the 'glow'.. as happy as you allow yourself to get anyway."
"To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure which one, but there's always another and always will be. I had an empty container and some time to kill... in a manner of speaking. The glow got my attention... not that one... yo-... is this a date?"
Kiefer giggled at how he expressed himself in that moment and leaned up to kiss his cheek. "It is now.."
"Oh, I see. Now it is, but not when I wandered in here bringing you flowers?" He chuckled and looked over at the one on the bed. He crossed his arms with a shrug. "Funny he doesn't seem ready but he is bright. Must be you. Amazing effect you seem to have."
"That's what I meant silly.. it's a date now.. it wasn't before you got here." She rubbed her hand along his folded arms and leaned her head to his shoulder, watching the one in the bed. "It's sad how sometimes love is the brightest, just before death."
"Makes me wonder if you spur them on sometimes, just so you can get me alone," he poked, truly curious about her motives at times. "Surely there are other times than that, there have to be. Ah... but, I wouldn't be there otherwise, is that it?"
"If I was using them to get you alone, I'd just drop an anvil on their heads.. I'm here because they need me or want me.. the fact that our paths cross, is a very pleasant perk to an otherwise sad duty."
"It's only sad that they lose their fragile shells, Keifer. They don't go away completely, remember?" He pulled the empty vial from its slot in his coat and readied it for the retrieval when the man's time came. "What's sad is when Venge and I get there too late and they are lost. With your guiding beacon, I'm rarely late." He meant it as a compliment, her being his guiding light as well as frequent companion to make his job less tedious and gray.
"What's sad is them.. and all they take for granted and leave undiscovered." She let him ready his vial and then curled back to his shoulder. "This man's world.. they spend their lives driven to survive in it and gain material things, they often forget the wonder that being alive is. Then in that time just before they leave, they realize, they discover the truth -only it's too late to change a lifetime. Not all of them are like that, but so often love is cast aside because they are too busy to realize it's there. Sometimes it's strongest in the final moments when they are free of all the things that held them back."
So what commentary was that about him - not so different from the sniping comments from Morte. "Some are never free, I suppose," he muttered, casting off her comment and not assuming it was meant to be personal.
"No some never are.." Her cheek rested against his arm. "Some never get to discover that there is so much more than this cold existance. Fleeting moments.. but those are the most important moments. It's like the saying.. about life not being measured in days but in moments that are cherished. The world needs more moments.."
"How many moments does he have left? He has no one with him to shine as brightly as others you've been near." Inexplicably, Deacon's arm rose around her shoulder as she rested against him. Likely he'd confess he was trying to keep them both from tipping over, but perhaps it was something else.
"He has me." She whispered, curling closer to Deacon though she watched the one in the bed with a soft expression. "..and what he believes me to be.. he only needs one moment to see the truth and he can shine brighter than the others."
Their paths seemed ever destined to cross.
Leaving the local ICU in town, Deacon didn't bother much with doors, walking through the wall and sauntering slowly through the parking lot. He stopped to pick a dandelion growing in a crack in the pavement, admiring its strength in such an adverse place. He grinned at the strangeness.. how life seemed to hang on to every precious drop no matter how small. He twirled its yellow bloom, watching it spin in his fingers and slowly fade.
Kiefer was in the room next to the one he'd just visited. It appeared he may have to come back. She sat on the ledge watching him out the window, both of them unseen by mortals, other than those so close to passing through the veil.
The newly filled vial in his pocket clinked against one that remained empty. He turned to look back at the building as a rushing ambulance raced over the spot where he stood, through him, around him, unhindered, unseen as the driver moved over the lot. Deacon strode back inside, running his finger over the stopped red-and-white van and the gurney as it was pulled out. No, not his time yet, he smiled, letting the injured man get scurried away. He followed though, returning to the ICU where he'd just been. "Busy night. How's yours?" He somenow knew she was there.
She smiled turning from the window and slipping from the ledge where she'd been 'resting'. Her visage was of a casual young girl, faded jeans, bare feet, a plain light colored long sleeve v-neck top. It was what her person was comfortable seeing. "Busy place..I spend quite a bit of time here.." She smiled softly. "Did you bring me flowers?"
Deacon looked confused a moment, looking around himself and the doorway where he stood not unlike a friendly pastor waiting to read rites. He found he still had the dandelion in his fingers and chuckled. "Not exactly, but if it pleases... then this is for you," he offered with a slight bow.
"A weed is simply a flower whose virtues have yet to be discovered." Her smile brightened as she glided closer to gently take the dandelion from him. "It's lovely, thank you. It's the sentiment, not the offering that matters." She whispered, leaning to thank him with a soft kiss.
Her offer felt strange under bright lights and austere surroundings. The kiss was nonetheless accepted and he smiled. "As if I'm one to discuss discovering virtues of just any flower," he quipped with a dark grin reminiscent of his father. "Or is that a different sentiment for another time?"
"It's always the right time for any sentiment with me, silly." She ran her finger down over his nose and tucked the dandelion's stem behind her ear.
"Ah but your virtues are already well ... discovered," he added, watching her finger and the movement to her ear as she adorned her red locks with the tiny yellow puff. His gaze continued down over the outfit she'd chosen and he nodded, not that she ever needed him to voice his approval apparently. "Don't suppose I need to tell you I like the outfit. Very... youthful."
"Thank you.. I am so youthful, you know.." Kiefer giggled and slipped beside him, curling her arm around his waist. "You know one of these days you're going to have to take me on something other than a working date." She teased him, clearly not upset that they'd run into each other like this -again. "This one is close, I didn't realize so close that you'd be stopping by, I think you'll be happy with the 'glow'.. as happy as you allow yourself to get anyway."
"To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure which one, but there's always another and always will be. I had an empty container and some time to kill... in a manner of speaking. The glow got my attention... not that one... yo-... is this a date?"
Kiefer giggled at how he expressed himself in that moment and leaned up to kiss his cheek. "It is now.."
"Oh, I see. Now it is, but not when I wandered in here bringing you flowers?" He chuckled and looked over at the one on the bed. He crossed his arms with a shrug. "Funny he doesn't seem ready but he is bright. Must be you. Amazing effect you seem to have."
"That's what I meant silly.. it's a date now.. it wasn't before you got here." She rubbed her hand along his folded arms and leaned her head to his shoulder, watching the one in the bed. "It's sad how sometimes love is the brightest, just before death."
"Makes me wonder if you spur them on sometimes, just so you can get me alone," he poked, truly curious about her motives at times. "Surely there are other times than that, there have to be. Ah... but, I wouldn't be there otherwise, is that it?"
"If I was using them to get you alone, I'd just drop an anvil on their heads.. I'm here because they need me or want me.. the fact that our paths cross, is a very pleasant perk to an otherwise sad duty."
"It's only sad that they lose their fragile shells, Keifer. They don't go away completely, remember?" He pulled the empty vial from its slot in his coat and readied it for the retrieval when the man's time came. "What's sad is when Venge and I get there too late and they are lost. With your guiding beacon, I'm rarely late." He meant it as a compliment, her being his guiding light as well as frequent companion to make his job less tedious and gray.
"What's sad is them.. and all they take for granted and leave undiscovered." She let him ready his vial and then curled back to his shoulder. "This man's world.. they spend their lives driven to survive in it and gain material things, they often forget the wonder that being alive is. Then in that time just before they leave, they realize, they discover the truth -only it's too late to change a lifetime. Not all of them are like that, but so often love is cast aside because they are too busy to realize it's there. Sometimes it's strongest in the final moments when they are free of all the things that held them back."
So what commentary was that about him - not so different from the sniping comments from Morte. "Some are never free, I suppose," he muttered, casting off her comment and not assuming it was meant to be personal.
"No some never are.." Her cheek rested against his arm. "Some never get to discover that there is so much more than this cold existance. Fleeting moments.. but those are the most important moments. It's like the saying.. about life not being measured in days but in moments that are cherished. The world needs more moments.."
"How many moments does he have left? He has no one with him to shine as brightly as others you've been near." Inexplicably, Deacon's arm rose around her shoulder as she rested against him. Likely he'd confess he was trying to keep them both from tipping over, but perhaps it was something else.
"He has me." She whispered, curling closer to Deacon though she watched the one in the bed with a soft expression. "..and what he believes me to be.. he only needs one moment to see the truth and he can shine brighter than the others."