Post by Regatta on Jan 20, 2009 16:41:04 GMT -5
"I couldn't quite believe it when I heard the name. But here you are."
Regatta looked up, the voice was familiar, yet different. Hollow and empty, lacking something.. something she couldn't quite put her finger on.
She turned. She squinted her eyes and tried to place the voice.
He lifted the helm from his head, and looked at her, with his shy half lidded gaze.
There was no sharp intake of breath, no sign of surprise. It seemed to make sense to her, that this is what would become of them. She felt the first pangs of self-pity, followed by self loathing. How dare she feel bad for herself?
"John..."
"I was hoping you'd still remember me."
"Why would I forget?"
"Well, you have a new life now, new things.. new name.."
"It's an old name. I've always been Regatta, just.. not to you."
He laughed, and it was as cold and hollow as the ice caves in the Stormpeaks.
They stood there staring at each other for a long time.
"I'm sure you have much to do..." He turned then, with a disappointed frown.
"Not really, no." He looked back at her, and she smiled.
"You know John, it's very rare to have someone in your life who has known you since you were small. But they're great to have. They help bridge the gap, from your old life, to your new one. Childhood, to adulthood. Life, to Death."
He leaned in close to her and put dry, cold lips to her cheek.
He whispered, "Would you be my bridge, Regina?"
But what she heard were the words he'd spoken, only a few years earlier, so painfully far away...
"Would you be my bride, Regina?"
And her answer was the same.
"Of course."
Regatta looked up, the voice was familiar, yet different. Hollow and empty, lacking something.. something she couldn't quite put her finger on.
She turned. She squinted her eyes and tried to place the voice.
He lifted the helm from his head, and looked at her, with his shy half lidded gaze.
There was no sharp intake of breath, no sign of surprise. It seemed to make sense to her, that this is what would become of them. She felt the first pangs of self-pity, followed by self loathing. How dare she feel bad for herself?
"John..."
"I was hoping you'd still remember me."
"Why would I forget?"
"Well, you have a new life now, new things.. new name.."
"It's an old name. I've always been Regatta, just.. not to you."
He laughed, and it was as cold and hollow as the ice caves in the Stormpeaks.
They stood there staring at each other for a long time.
"I'm sure you have much to do..." He turned then, with a disappointed frown.
"Not really, no." He looked back at her, and she smiled.
"You know John, it's very rare to have someone in your life who has known you since you were small. But they're great to have. They help bridge the gap, from your old life, to your new one. Childhood, to adulthood. Life, to Death."
He leaned in close to her and put dry, cold lips to her cheek.
He whispered, "Would you be my bridge, Regina?"
But what she heard were the words he'd spoken, only a few years earlier, so painfully far away...
"Would you be my bride, Regina?"
And her answer was the same.
"Of course."