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September 9, 1999 |
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Damen appears suddenly.
Pestilence stand with her back to you before the fireplace.
Damen speaks quietly, "I've been watching you for over twenty minutes....what answers are you seeking?"
She glances over her shoulder at you her hands are crossed over her chest. "You can't stand to be serious for more than a moment, can you. Is it that difficult?"
Damen grins wryly, "I think the point I am making is that it's not difficult at all...but what purpose does it serve?" He makes dramatic movements with his hand s and suddenly his voice lowers, the words ominous. "I am the life giver...I will snuff out your pathetic little souls like moths bursting into flame." He glances at you...then continues, "And after I suck the marrow of life from your now hollow bones I will build a throne from your ribcage and oversee all that is mine ." He laughs softly, his tone becoming normal. "Is that better? Or rather...if you prefer...I know some damn good knock knock jokes."
"Now you're just being obtuse in both directions. I'm speaking about what is truly on your mind."
Damen says "Ah. I have three things on my mind."
She raises a brow, patiently.
Damen quirks an eyebrow up, "But I may have just forgotten the third. So let's go with two. First...how am I going to get you back ....the Yo I love..the woman I will marry...what is it going to take? I'm almost prepared to make compromises."
"You said two things..."
Damen walks to the bar and pours himself a glass of wine. "Second..."
"Second."
Damen says "How am I going to heal myself......."
"Heal yourself?" She plays along.
Damen says "Our kiss has cost me much.....I might even be dying....but even I find that hard to believe."
Pestilence now seems mildly amused. "I would have thought you'd have taken care of that by now."
Damen chuckles softly, and it is now that perhaps she realizes his voice is softerr than usual....in volume. "I've tried."
Pestilence smiles, "You realize that it was nothing *I* had intended. You're the one who let Yosannah kiss you. She has very little control over my abilities."
Damen shrugs with a slight smile, "I know...it's happened nonetheless."
She wanders closer to your side, "..nonetheless. You have a suggestion then."
Damen shakes his head. "No. No suggestion. I want her back. But I haven't been able to find Dalt.....I don't know if I can make the negotiation we agreed upon. But I miss her...."
"I took care of the Dalt situation myself. He no longer has control over the others." She nods thoughtfully at this.
Damen ahs thoughtfully, "So you have no need for our previous agreement."
She considers, "We're being guided in other directions and it would seem he has no need of us, and we no need of him as a result."
Damen walks over to stand by you, his elbow brushing lightly against yours. "I have a proposal."
She regards you; her eyes are cool and empty. Damen continues, "Meet me halfway...you and Yosannah. As one. Together. Give me part of what I am familiar with.....part of what I grew to love....the rest can be you. And let's go from there." Damen he swirls his glass of wine and takes a sip. Then calmly, he places the gl;ass down upon the bar and turns to regard her.
She laughs softly though she glances into his eyes.
"Those movies you make. They've messed with your brain. This is real life."
Damen chuckles softly, "Perhaps."
Pestilence reflects, "You don't want *her* as she is. A helpless shadow creature." She smirks, "But you stillwant to play the white knight, don't you." She brushes a stray piece of hair behind her ear.
Damen shakes his head, laughing. "I find you...her...far from helpless...she was in fact, stronger than I...because she, the shadow, was far more real than I....an Amberite. A knight? Perhaps....I'd love for my armour to be white...but it's been tarnished....but that almost sounds too cliche...but say what you need to say...and get it out of your system...just give me an answer."
"No."
Damen smiles, "Fair enough."
"You knew that's what my answer would be."
He nods, "But I had my hopes....I always try for the easiest route."