"Bink! I was stupid and beautiful! You took advantage of me!" Chameleon
hurried around the room, throwing random things into a canvas bag, Lying
carelessly open on a double bed. The bed remained unmade from the previous.
"Chameleon, that's not true, I love you!" Bink was chasing her around the room, picking up random items she dropped in her haste to leave. At this last statement she whirled around and shot Bank a look that made her already hideous face twice as bad. At this result, Bank couldn't help but give a little wince. She sighed and turned back.
"If you can't love me all the time, we cant be married." She gathered her bag, slung it over her slender shoulder and left Bink in stunned silence.
Countless minutes, hours passed with Bink staring where Chameleon had left. Suddenly, realization hit and water falls rolled down his cheeks. He fell to his knees, cradling his face in his hands.
Just then, Bink heard the front door open and close slowly. "Chameleon?" He jumped and ran out to greet his love.
"Hello Bink." Said a voice that was defiantly no Chameleon's. Trent walked in and put his hand on Bink's shoulder.
"Where's Chameleon?" Bink was shaking. Maybe she'd gotten lost on the way back and called on Trent for help.
"She's gone." He gently pushed Bink into a chair.
"What the hell do you mean, 'gone'?"
"She left, Bink. I don't know where." Trent sat across from him and took his hand. Bink looked down
"Well..I..find her!" He leapt up and Trent followed. Bink put his hand on the doorknob while the King pushed against it. Bink may be younger, but the magician was much stronger.
"Godamnit! Let me out!" Bink pulled with all his might, but it was no use.
Bink! Bink look at me." The king put his hand under Bink's chin and lifted his head so their eyes met. "You cant find someone who doesn't desire to be found."
Wait. Chameleon doesn't want...no it's not possible. He loved her, and when you love someone, it's mutual, isn't it? He sat down on the floor staring blankly at the door. He hadn't realized he'd been speaking aloud until Trent answered him.
"Then why did she leave, Bink? She must have had a reason.."
"NO! She loves me!" Smack. Trent's hand came down hard on Bink's face. He stared at him, tears in his eyes, a welt growing on his cheek.
And Trent's expression. Was it pity, or amusement? He turned, and with a slam of the door, was gone
"Chameleon, that's not true, I love you!" Bink was chasing her around the room, picking up random items she dropped in her haste to leave. At this last statement she whirled around and shot Bank a look that made her already hideous face twice as bad. At this result, Bank couldn't help but give a little wince. She sighed and turned back.
"If you can't love me all the time, we cant be married." She gathered her bag, slung it over her slender shoulder and left Bink in stunned silence.
Countless minutes, hours passed with Bink staring where Chameleon had left. Suddenly, realization hit and water falls rolled down his cheeks. He fell to his knees, cradling his face in his hands.
Just then, Bink heard the front door open and close slowly. "Chameleon?" He jumped and ran out to greet his love.
"Hello Bink." Said a voice that was defiantly no Chameleon's. Trent walked in and put his hand on Bink's shoulder.
"Where's Chameleon?" Bink was shaking. Maybe she'd gotten lost on the way back and called on Trent for help.
"She's gone." He gently pushed Bink into a chair.
"What the hell do you mean, 'gone'?"
"She left, Bink. I don't know where." Trent sat across from him and took his hand. Bink looked down
"Well..I..find her!" He leapt up and Trent followed. Bink put his hand on the doorknob while the King pushed against it. Bink may be younger, but the magician was much stronger.
"Godamnit! Let me out!" Bink pulled with all his might, but it was no use.
Bink! Bink look at me." The king put his hand under Bink's chin and lifted his head so their eyes met. "You cant find someone who doesn't desire to be found."
Wait. Chameleon doesn't want...no it's not possible. He loved her, and when you love someone, it's mutual, isn't it? He sat down on the floor staring blankly at the door. He hadn't realized he'd been speaking aloud until Trent answered him.
"Then why did she leave, Bink? She must have had a reason.."
"NO! She loves me!" Smack. Trent's hand came down hard on Bink's face. He stared at him, tears in his eyes, a welt growing on his cheek.
And Trent's expression. Was it pity, or amusement? He turned, and with a slam of the door, was gone