[Oh he recognizes them all. Each and every one of them, even if he'd never actually seen the button before he knew what it was. What it meant. At least he thinks he does.
And when she shoves the book over, his entire world comes crashing down.
He doesn't know what to feel--what to think about any of this. This day has been crazy enough that it's not outside the realm of possibilty, is it? He looks at the swan...and then back at the book...then back to the swan. Glaring at the swan, as if daring her to prove it's real--even though there can't be any denying this reality. The belongings are hers. The eyes the swan possesses are the same shade and that clear willfulness she always maintained. It's undeniable.
Yet here she is--Help written--well not so clearly but written across the page in her book.
A year. It's been a year since he'd seen her last on that fateful day. Yet here she is as a swan asking for help. And he's conflicted because--he's supposed to kill her and at this moment it would be so easy but she's sitting here asking for help. As a swan.
He just sits down in the grass and laughs--probably a little manically--with his head against his hand before speaking.]
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And when she shoves the book over, his entire world comes crashing down.
He doesn't know what to feel--what to think about any of this. This day has been crazy enough that it's not outside the realm of possibilty, is it? He looks at the swan...and then back at the book...then back to the swan. Glaring at the swan, as if daring her to prove it's real--even though there can't be any denying this reality. The belongings are hers. The eyes the swan possesses are the same shade and that clear willfulness she always maintained. It's undeniable.
Yet here she is--Help written--well not so clearly but written across the page in her book.
A year. It's been a year since he'd seen her last on that fateful day. Yet here she is as a swan asking for help. And he's conflicted because--he's supposed to kill her and at this moment it would be so easy but she's sitting here asking for help. As a swan.
He just sits down in the grass and laughs--probably a little manically--with his head against his hand before speaking.]
Human. Vampire. Swan. What next?
You seriously think I'd actually help you?