running away
xxi. brown
He was not pleased to see them. Pleased to know Green was alive, perhaps, not not pleased to be disturbed in his solitude. And his voice was cold when he asked: 'Why have you come? And brought them?'
Green shrugged. 'A lot of things,' she sighed. 'Two stones. Rockets. And tired of hiding, most of all.'
He frowned at her. She didn't elaborate, but White did, taking the bag from Gold's limp fingers and showing the white stone within. She offered it to him. 'Please?'
His frown deepened and he shook his head. 'Maybe once upon a time, but not anymore.'
'Just try,' she urged. 'I just...need to save…' Her lips trembled, and maybe that was what urged his fingers forward to grasp the white stone.
It was, however as he'd said, cold and still in his grasp. 'Not anymore,' he repeated.
White bowed her head.
