Thread: In Search Of One Man [Defiant x Temptationist]

A quiet chuckled passed his lips at her comment of not being afraid of the dark. I have a feeling there's not too much you're afraid of, he replied and rested his metal hand just behind the flashlight, one finger on the back end and he let his finger move from side to side, letting the light roll and stared across the car at the odd silhouette the covering of the bulb created. Or maybe is was the bulb itself which create the not so perfect circle. When she told him his age, a corner of his mouth quirked upwards and he glanced at her when she began to check him out and he let out a real laugh. The first one he could remember actually releasing. I beg to differ but I'll let you keep that opinion for you without argument, he smiled. Cause seriously. You're body at 80, you're doing very good, he smirked. He didn't know if she'd been frozen or perhaps it was just the way she aged but he wasn't about to ask her. Not yet. He didn't know how he would feel if someone asked him why he looked as he did when he was born in 1917. When she shoved her fingers between her breasts his eyes couldn't help but follow the movement and arched a brow as he glanced back to her face then back to her hand when she showed him the bullets. That's a good advantage to have, he nodded his head, his eyes moving back to her face as she threw the bullets and watched her speak. Numbness, it's the same as being different, or having gifts. Can be a blessing or a curse, he reasoned. The idea of being numb was both appealing and not. He'd been numb to feelings and emotions for so long it was scary to be having them now. And being alone to deal with them, not remembering how. Was almost too much. And to be physically numb, he was trained to not show his pain but he felt it. And sometimes he still couldn't just grit his teeth and endure. His eyes were still on her face when she closed her eyes and he adverted his gaze, his focus going back to the odd circle and his metal finger shifted to turn the light off but stopped when she spoke again. He looked at her, curious. He turned his body a bit to face her and reached down to take her hands in his and looked down at them. You do though. I saw it in your eyes earlier. You had regret for what you did to the... blue girl, he said, not sure what he was supposed to call a blue person. And before that there was sadness. If you can feel things like that, then you can feel the good too, he said, eyes focused intently on hers. I felt nothing for so long. No empathy, no happiness, I only knew fear of that chair. And even then, I can't say I felt it every time I was there. But now, being away from it all. And memories are coming back... I don't know what everything is that I feel but... it's different. And sometimes the emotions are so fast, so few and fleeting I don't even know if I felt it but I like to believe I did. I want them to be real, he spoke quiet and slow. Trying to pick the words as he spoke them. His thumbs moved across her knuckles and he looked down at their hands again. You've done things. I get it. I've been there. Hell I am there now dealing with the shit I did but if you really want to change and be different... or be the same and be happy you can, he said, licking his lips as he searched her eyes once more. You can do anything you want. It's your life and your choice. Make it what you want it.