"Please, Don't Say You Care"
SpellSong
Casse stood in the parking lot silently. She knew beyond a doubt he was in there. He wasn't defensive yet, but she was sure if of anything at this second, he knew she was here, too. The glass hit the table, as he finished his drink, and a match struck as she opened the door to the smokey bar. At the second sound a shiver ran through her form lightly that she couldn't help.
That was something that would never leave her her mind whispered just like that smile. That look on her face before death laid claimed to her, the one that haunted Casse silently forever. The one she could never forget in a million years.
Their eyes met across the smokey air, like they'd been expecting each other, but neither moved at first. Casse glanced away to the jukebox as the words played lightly, and she felt like she was trapped in a dream somewhere within the impossible.
"You only see want your eyes want to see……How can life be what you want it to be….you're frozen….when your heart's not open"
She looked back up at him; his eyes hadn't moved. It was almost as if he was taking the measure of her, and once again she felt like she might have been eight years old and coming from playing or getting taught to ride the motorcycle. She felt a little flustered and lost, maybe even a bit scared. Why? Because he was him. She couldn't change how she felt about him, he was in her heart. He had been since before she could remember.
None of the battles could change that.
Casse though for a second, she should have dressed nicer. She looked like a tamp, but then half the superhero costumes at some points covered less. She wasn't a super hero part of her quipped with a racing speed and ice she almost winced as she reached the a few barstools away from him. She bit her bottom lip, she wondered if hasty retreat was the best plan of action for this time.
But he didn't move but to look up to the bar tender and order two more drinks, one him and for her, before he looked back as she slid, silent on to a bar stool, feeling like she almost couldn't breath. It's been years, they'd seen each other off and on, but not on common ground, not like this. This was actually civil and even; and it left them both at odds.
"You've grown up a lot."
Casse was almost startled to hear his voice and she swallowed slightly, looking at her fingers on the edge of the counter, nodding softly at his words. It'd been longer for her than him. To him it's been only five years since a real conversation, to her it seemed so much longer and in fact it had been by atleast double that and some. They sat in silence until the drinks were plunked down in front of them.
She wrinkled her nose slightly, an oddly open and expressive thing for a person who kept all emotional reactions in check. She wasn't much for alcohol, it effected her like medicine did, like daggers inside her veins. She only drank when she wanted to hurt, or wanted to get lost. She took a sip slowly, before commenting still not looking up.
"It's been a while… the past doesn't let you grow down."
No matter how much you wish it would let you, she whispered softly inside. I was happy. You were, too. I remember it. She was happy, too. She was still with us, smiling and laughing and making us want to live.
"Jr. wanted me to tell you he said" but his voice cut off to a low mumble so soft she couldn't hear him and she was confused a second and looked up at him. Maybe it was the second when they're eyes caught again and for both of them being so close to each other could have turned the clock back to before what happened yesterday fifteen years ago. The day when everything fell apart for some of them.
"Happy Birthday" he said lightly at her curious expression as he went back to his drink.
Casse nodded slightly as she looked down again.
"Thanks."
She was 21 today. For him atleast she was. For this time she was supposed to be. For as much as it would ever matter. She hadn't had a birthday since she was 5. Because nothing was ever the same when it had come to that next birthday. She'd been six and she realized birthdays didn't mean anything when you were burying about 5 people you love on that same day.
"And Steven Ray's been gone a while now, Akiko Tsuki…" his voice stopped at the same time their eyes met again. Her's wild and his almost a threatening deepness. The words had slipped his mouth. Definite, sad, angry, regretful. They were his words and only his words. The ones she wouldn't even late Patric call her. They were the ones that had been hers/his since birth.
Casse tried to put that aside along with the dull ache inside. Steven Ray was missing? Him and his wondrous I'm always here, always going to lend a helping hand and going the distanceness was gone? How…. Odd.
They stayed and conversation dwindled back and forth at the same rate of speed for three or four hours, and as the midnight called for early mornings light to come they both left through the front door and stood outside silently. You could almost tell by the way they stood it was rigid, almost like they were feigning anticipation of the coming moments. The on coming tomorrow that couldn't be stopped.
She closed her eyes telling herself she would go back to those who helped her earlier this month to finish what she started as the smoke wafted past her nose lightly and she looked to the side.
"Take care of yer'self?" his voice was gruff, almost harsh, but she could detect the concern -and the unhidden care- in it.
"I…promise."
He nodded and started walking off, leaving in the dust the morning created in his steps before he got on the motorcycle, and turned it on. The hand behind her back, arm across the back of her waist, parallel to her shoulders clenched tight, digging softly against the skin but not breaking it. The hum of the bike broke the moment as he turned and left one glance in the side mirror the last of these moments.
As Casse fingers dug harder into the sensitive skin of her palm, though she looked the picture of cool, she felt like she might fall apart again. But no tears came, and nothing but a lump raised in her throat as she watched the dust cloud down the road disappear slowly, only the one thing she never said and always wanted to right came silently.
I love you…Daddy.
SpellSong
Casse stood in the parking lot silently. She knew beyond a doubt he was in there. He wasn't defensive yet, but she was sure if of anything at this second, he knew she was here, too. The glass hit the table, as he finished his drink, and a match struck as she opened the door to the smokey bar. At the second sound a shiver ran through her form lightly that she couldn't help.
That was something that would never leave her her mind whispered just like that smile. That look on her face before death laid claimed to her, the one that haunted Casse silently forever. The one she could never forget in a million years.
Their eyes met across the smokey air, like they'd been expecting each other, but neither moved at first. Casse glanced away to the jukebox as the words played lightly, and she felt like she was trapped in a dream somewhere within the impossible.
"You only see want your eyes want to see……How can life be what you want it to be….you're frozen….when your heart's not open"
She looked back up at him; his eyes hadn't moved. It was almost as if he was taking the measure of her, and once again she felt like she might have been eight years old and coming from playing or getting taught to ride the motorcycle. She felt a little flustered and lost, maybe even a bit scared. Why? Because he was him. She couldn't change how she felt about him, he was in her heart. He had been since before she could remember.
None of the battles could change that.
Casse though for a second, she should have dressed nicer. She looked like a tamp, but then half the superhero costumes at some points covered less. She wasn't a super hero part of her quipped with a racing speed and ice she almost winced as she reached the a few barstools away from him. She bit her bottom lip, she wondered if hasty retreat was the best plan of action for this time.
But he didn't move but to look up to the bar tender and order two more drinks, one him and for her, before he looked back as she slid, silent on to a bar stool, feeling like she almost couldn't breath. It's been years, they'd seen each other off and on, but not on common ground, not like this. This was actually civil and even; and it left them both at odds.
"You've grown up a lot."
Casse was almost startled to hear his voice and she swallowed slightly, looking at her fingers on the edge of the counter, nodding softly at his words. It'd been longer for her than him. To him it's been only five years since a real conversation, to her it seemed so much longer and in fact it had been by atleast double that and some. They sat in silence until the drinks were plunked down in front of them.
She wrinkled her nose slightly, an oddly open and expressive thing for a person who kept all emotional reactions in check. She wasn't much for alcohol, it effected her like medicine did, like daggers inside her veins. She only drank when she wanted to hurt, or wanted to get lost. She took a sip slowly, before commenting still not looking up.
"It's been a while… the past doesn't let you grow down."
No matter how much you wish it would let you, she whispered softly inside. I was happy. You were, too. I remember it. She was happy, too. She was still with us, smiling and laughing and making us want to live.
"Jr. wanted me to tell you he said" but his voice cut off to a low mumble so soft she couldn't hear him and she was confused a second and looked up at him. Maybe it was the second when they're eyes caught again and for both of them being so close to each other could have turned the clock back to before what happened yesterday fifteen years ago. The day when everything fell apart for some of them.
"Happy Birthday" he said lightly at her curious expression as he went back to his drink.
Casse nodded slightly as she looked down again.
"Thanks."
She was 21 today. For him atleast she was. For this time she was supposed to be. For as much as it would ever matter. She hadn't had a birthday since she was 5. Because nothing was ever the same when it had come to that next birthday. She'd been six and she realized birthdays didn't mean anything when you were burying about 5 people you love on that same day.
"And Steven Ray's been gone a while now, Akiko Tsuki…" his voice stopped at the same time their eyes met again. Her's wild and his almost a threatening deepness. The words had slipped his mouth. Definite, sad, angry, regretful. They were his words and only his words. The ones she wouldn't even late Patric call her. They were the ones that had been hers/his since birth.
Casse tried to put that aside along with the dull ache inside. Steven Ray was missing? Him and his wondrous I'm always here, always going to lend a helping hand and going the distanceness was gone? How…. Odd.
They stayed and conversation dwindled back and forth at the same rate of speed for three or four hours, and as the midnight called for early mornings light to come they both left through the front door and stood outside silently. You could almost tell by the way they stood it was rigid, almost like they were feigning anticipation of the coming moments. The on coming tomorrow that couldn't be stopped.
She closed her eyes telling herself she would go back to those who helped her earlier this month to finish what she started as the smoke wafted past her nose lightly and she looked to the side.
"Take care of yer'self?" his voice was gruff, almost harsh, but she could detect the concern -and the unhidden care- in it.
"I…promise."
He nodded and started walking off, leaving in the dust the morning created in his steps before he got on the motorcycle, and turned it on. The hand behind her back, arm across the back of her waist, parallel to her shoulders clenched tight, digging softly against the skin but not breaking it. The hum of the bike broke the moment as he turned and left one glance in the side mirror the last of these moments.
As Casse fingers dug harder into the sensitive skin of her palm, though she looked the picture of cool, she felt like she might fall apart again. But no tears came, and nothing but a lump raised in her throat as she watched the dust cloud down the road disappear slowly, only the one thing she never said and always wanted to right came silently.
I love you…Daddy.
