Scooter: I shouldn't be uploading this. I really shouldn't. I should be working on Thank You (and I've actually started typing what I do have written...I think I'm getting back into it). But I recently played this free little game and, while short, it was great. I loved it. Enough to start writing about it. All I'll post for this fandom are little drabbles, but hopefully that will be enough to get me back into the swing of things. Enjoy!
Eyes
She supposed that she really should have noticed that something was off about Mary. She'd heard one of her parents – her mother, it'd been her mother – say that the eyes are the window to the soul. Ib hadn't thought about it during her time in that false world, but she had looked into Garry's eyes (or, well, what she could see of them with his hair falling in his face) when she met him, and knew that he was a good person.
They had been shiny with emotion: pain that was finally beginning to dissipate; relief to have been discovered by another flesh and blood being rather than another murderous piece of artwork; fear of the terrible – yet strangely captivating – place that he had found himself in without reason; hope that maybe he wouldn't have to continue on his own.
Ib had looked into his eyes and seen that Garry was both a cowardly man and a brave man.
But she hadn't taken the time to look into Mary's eyes. She should have. If she had taken the time to properly look into Mary's eyes (yellow – yellow like the pretty, pretty rose she carried) then maybe things would have been different. If she had taken the time to really look at Mary, then maybe she would have seen past the false glow of childish delight and discovered that there was no real glow behind it.
And then . . . then maybe she would have been a little bit more cautious.
Scooter: Well, that's that. I've got one more (a better-written one, I promise!) and then we'll see what happens. This is my Getting-Out-Of-A-Slump phase. Again, I am SO sorry for the people waiting on Thank You! Thank YOU all for being so patient with me!