Finally, the puppet went quiet, and the broken man and the torn woman stopped moving, stopped speaking, stopped eating.
Drane took Cheriss’ hand in his, shifted it down his arm, to his chest, as he had only moments ago done when he was about to put himself inside her.
Only now, he simply let her feel his heartbeat, to remind them both that they were alive, that this might not simply be some dream.
Maybe that’s why he was so terrified.
“I…can’t…Cheriss…”
Drane admitted, eyes into eyes.
“I can’t even remember how we got into the kitchen to begin with. I only remember as far back as…”
His golden irises brightened. He could feel them widen. Not his eyelids. His irises.
“A pot of coffee. A pot for cooking things in. Pour a cup. Take a sip.”
He blinked at Cheriss, expressionless.
“Delicious.”
As music played in the kitchen.
@Sicadorito (@Cheriss Ktrame)
Drane took Cheriss’ hand in his, shifted it down his arm, to his chest, as he had only moments ago done when he was about to put himself inside her.
Only now, he simply let her feel his heartbeat, to remind them both that they were alive, that this might not simply be some dream.
Maybe that’s why he was so terrified.
“I…can’t…Cheriss…”
Drane admitted, eyes into eyes.
“I can’t even remember how we got into the kitchen to begin with. I only remember as far back as…”
His golden irises brightened. He could feel them widen. Not his eyelids. His irises.
“A pot of coffee. A pot for cooking things in. Pour a cup. Take a sip.”
He blinked at Cheriss, expressionless.
“Delicious.”
As music played in the kitchen.
@Sicadorito (@Cheriss Ktrame)