[She's practically bouncing off the walls, and he's stuck in one place. Steady as an anchor. Cool, calm, collected. Is that all there is?
Nope. No way. Nuh uh. She's got an eye for this stuff. There's a boiling point there. He, like so many of the freaks and geeks on the train, is inured to madness and mayhem in a way her sweet civilian paramours had not been. He's meeting her overtures with confidence. He knows killers, and he's not afraid.
He's a killer himself.]
Me? [Her head tilts and her gaze drifts. Watching the tea hit the porcelain, pooling in peaceful swirls. She almost seems to melt with it, dreamy eyed and rolling her shoulders like some winsome lass of old.]
Obsession.
[She doesn't pull her foot back. She punches it forward, towards his thigh. How far it gets is up to him, but she needs to know the limits. Whether or not he's got inhuman strength, or if he'll pull some supernatural shit. You know, all the stuff she never had to worry about before. Oh how the mighty have fallen.]
When the very thought of that special someone takes you whole, consumes your whole body, your mind, your soul! When you just can't get enough, can't live without them. When the minutes drag in solitude, and quicken when they draw near!
[When he's quite done with the tea, she plonks in that fallen cube of sugar. Miss Morose might like it black and bitter, but Jill likes it sweet as honey.]
I cannot let you burn me up, nor can I resist you. No mere human can stand in a fire and not be consumed.
[Apologies to A. S. Byatt. Nobody likes the thought that maniac would co-opt your creative works. Just ask the Beatles!]
no she wants it now!!!!!!!!!
Nope. No way. Nuh uh. She's got an eye for this stuff. There's a boiling point there. He, like so many of the freaks and geeks on the train, is inured to madness and mayhem in a way her sweet civilian paramours had not been. He's meeting her overtures with confidence. He knows killers, and he's not afraid.
He's a killer himself.]
Me? [Her head tilts and her gaze drifts. Watching the tea hit the porcelain, pooling in peaceful swirls. She almost seems to melt with it, dreamy eyed and rolling her shoulders like some winsome lass of old.]
Obsession.
[She doesn't pull her foot back. She punches it forward, towards his thigh. How far it gets is up to him, but she needs to know the limits. Whether or not he's got inhuman strength, or if he'll pull some supernatural shit. You know, all the stuff she never had to worry about before. Oh how the mighty have fallen.]
When the very thought of that special someone takes you whole, consumes your whole body, your mind, your soul! When you just can't get enough, can't live without them. When the minutes drag in solitude, and quicken when they draw near!
[When he's quite done with the tea, she plonks in that fallen cube of sugar. Miss Morose might like it black and bitter, but Jill likes it sweet as honey.]
I cannot let you burn me up, nor can I resist you. No mere human can stand in a fire and not be consumed.
[Apologies to A. S. Byatt. Nobody likes the thought that maniac would co-opt your creative works. Just ask the Beatles!]