Thread: Run This Town (Rory+Ishu)

A sharp intake of breath caught itself in his throat when that word echoed inside his head, his dark eyes widening and flickering around the room before coming to rest back on her with a scrutinizing gaze. No, that'd definitely come from her. His shoulders were tense at first after hearing that disembodied voice, but now he relaxed as he took her in once more. So, that was you, wasn't it? Back at the store. All of that stuff flying around on it's own... Even in this day and age with what the Gamatoms were physically capable of, it felt odd to admit to or accept anything supernatural like this. At the same time it was an extreme relief - maybe this explained why he was feeling this way towards her? Because she was different. Special. It didn't stop him from being nervous about the problematic feelings themselves, but if it meant he wasn't crazy and it was something she was responsible for, then it was one less thing to worry about. But out of the million things plaguing his mind in this situation, one thing wrapped up nicely was hardly a dent in the problem overall. Thinking back to how she'd been back at the store, remembering how she'd tugged and pulled at her own hair in silent distress and how her small, womanly hands had beat at his chest while she'd flailed in his hold, guilt surged up from the hiding place where it'd been waiting. I'm...sorry...if I scared you earlier... he said, rolling the apology out in a stinted way, as if the word was unfamiliar with his tongue. I only wanted to talk to you, because... Standing and talking to her like this made him feel incredibly on the spot, so he strode into the kitchen area and grabbed a wooden chair from the small dining table, setting it down a few feet from her, before placing himself down upon it's seat. Rolling his palms together, he thought for several moments how to phrase what he wanted to say, his eyes glancing at the window, the orange light fading to a soft mixture of yellow with blue bleeding into it. He couldn't stay here. More importantly, she couldn't either. The brethren will be hunting soon, he said, turning back to her. If I don't join them, they'll come looking for me. Even nowadays there was occasionally the brave human or two who'd resist and fight against them and sometimes a single Gamatom could be taken by surprise and overwhelmed. Keeping them altogether with a curfew both protected themselves and made sure they hadn't gone overboard during playtime. I don't know if you live close by, but when I leave, you need to go straight home. Lock yourself up tight and stay quiet until morning. Talking to her like this...as if he wanted to protect her was becoming easier, he noticed, and briefly, he felt disturbed by these changes all over again. Looking at her, his dark eyes traveled over the visible parts of her face, even in the growing dark and the yellow light of the lamp, her blue eyes standing out like untainted gems. I...I need to... I would like to see you again... he shook his head pathetically for a moment and rubbed a hand over his jaw, before looking at her again. Something strange is going on with my head... The hunger is completely gone and it's all centralized and focused on you... I don't know why but... But I like it , he didn't say, the words making him want to laugh out loud. He really was losing his mind. Would you meet with me? Tomorrow? Someplace safe, I promise, that was another word that felt uneven as he said it. Why should she believe anything he had to say? Gamatoms were not known for being trustworthy, especially not to her gender. I assume you live nearby, so I'll keep the others away from here, but, just promise me, I can find you again, that was a big fear. The night was descending quickly and yet he felt a magnetic pull in his bones, keeping him here. If he left, would she disappear forever? That was almost as bad as the thought of her dying.