August 25, 2020, 02:47 AM
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Kincaid didn’t bestow her with a clever retort — instead, he gave her a realistic one. His inevitable departure was always something that existed between then. He had not put down roots, as she had. The rambler hadn’t an inclination. This, they talked about often — but it wasn’t a happy topic, because Eleuthera knew if she gave in to her whims, she would likely be right beside the man in all of her travels. It’s all she ever wanted or asked for: travel and companionship with a kindred spirit.
“I know," she admitted, unhappy that she had even brought it up in jest. But, as Kincaid was oft to mention, this would not be the end of them. That, at least, she could hold onto. The hope of seeing the ruddy cowboy even one more time. “Maybe I can come visit you, one day in the not-too-distant future." If he was being this flexible with her — this man, well into his years and cemented into his ways — then it was something she could eagerly return back to him. That was the effect of Eleuthera’s love. She gave what was given to her, and returned it a thousand-fold.
Plus, it sounded fun too, so Eleuthera easily convinced herself. “I’ve heard of Easthollow from my childhood. I’d love get to know them. Learn their ways." A smile and a kiss upon the cheek was given her the lilac fan’s reddish lover, hoping to dispel any lasting discomfort of such a topic. However, at this point, Eleuthera and Kincaid had weathered a near-war, a mountain lion invasion and a veritable deluge. Why was nitty gritty interpersonal stuff always what got her?
Still, there were two things she wondered about, standing here in the rain with the man who spoke of witches, and a telling of his own future. “What did this witch tell you of your future, if it is not forever in the willows with me?" Kincaid was the seriousness to her playfulness, and she could not help but color the question with a light sense of self deprecating humor. Eleuthera couldn’t be expected to be serious something the first time it was brought up — or even the second, or the third. Maybe the fourth, but who knowsssss.
“I know," she admitted, unhappy that she had even brought it up in jest. But, as Kincaid was oft to mention, this would not be the end of them. That, at least, she could hold onto. The hope of seeing the ruddy cowboy even one more time. “Maybe I can come visit you, one day in the not-too-distant future." If he was being this flexible with her — this man, well into his years and cemented into his ways — then it was something she could eagerly return back to him. That was the effect of Eleuthera’s love. She gave what was given to her, and returned it a thousand-fold.
Plus, it sounded fun too, so Eleuthera easily convinced herself. “I’ve heard of Easthollow from my childhood. I’d love get to know them. Learn their ways." A smile and a kiss upon the cheek was given her the lilac fan’s reddish lover, hoping to dispel any lasting discomfort of such a topic. However, at this point, Eleuthera and Kincaid had weathered a near-war, a mountain lion invasion and a veritable deluge. Why was nitty gritty interpersonal stuff always what got her?
Still, there were two things she wondered about, standing here in the rain with the man who spoke of witches, and a telling of his own future. “What did this witch tell you of your future, if it is not forever in the willows with me?" Kincaid was the seriousness to her playfulness, and she could not help but color the question with a light sense of self deprecating humor. Eleuthera couldn’t be expected to be serious something the first time it was brought up — or even the second, or the third. Maybe the fourth, but who knowsssss.
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
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staring in the eyes of my poor soul - by Kincaid - August 04, 2020, 11:28 PM
RE: staring in the eyes of my poor soul - by Eleuthera - August 05, 2020, 06:08 PM
RE: staring in the eyes of my poor soul - by Kincaid - August 05, 2020, 10:22 PM
RE: staring in the eyes of my poor soul - by Eleuthera - August 06, 2020, 11:19 PM
RE: staring in the eyes of my poor soul - by Kincaid - August 23, 2020, 10:50 PM
RE: staring in the eyes of my poor soul - by Eleuthera - August 25, 2020, 02:47 AM