"I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
You're a little late, I'm already torn" Natalie Imbruglia
1.
Natalie and John had both suffered death and sought redemption, but she had slowly revived her life, while he insisted on bearing his cross every day. Even Dante had his dead beloved Beatrice to lead him from Hell into redemption, but John would not follow where his ghost led, much less listen to Natalie.
So, if he intended to be the martyr, not her lover, she would be his Satan, to be the tempter and perhaps tormentor that brought him back to the land of the living. He needed to see the world as something to live in, rather than be suffered. And she would use Paul as her foil; Paul, who amused himself by wooing this wounded swan in front of John, would be her pawn to snare John. Natalie knew that whenever she was at Capricorn, Paul would usually soon arrive, on the prowl for her money and whatever he could get with it. Invariably, as if by design, it also meant that John would show up due to a completely rational need for jazz.
Natalie knew that all she had to do was utter a few forlorn words, paired with a faraway look, and she could hear Paul's little brain engine rattle and clank to life.
"I just wish I could feel... I don't know... happy and free and... you know, that euphoria that you get off a bottle of really good champagne but before the hangover?"
Paul smirked and crossed behind Natalie to position himself so that McBain would have to watch his lips touch her ear as he whispered, "Hey, if you want one-stop shopping for your pharmaceutical needs, I got a hospital full of regret-less euphorics at my disposal"
"Hmmmm..." Natalie lightly giggled, while rolling her head back so that John would only be able to see her smiling lips before Paul could plant a kiss on her. Although she had her eyes closed, the flame-haired temptress could sense John seething and hear Paul thinking he was reeling her in; one wanted to save her and the other wanted to have her, but Natalie was fully in charge of her destiny.
I'm cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
You're a little late, I'm already torn" Natalie Imbruglia
1.
Natalie and John had both suffered death and sought redemption, but she had slowly revived her life, while he insisted on bearing his cross every day. Even Dante had his dead beloved Beatrice to lead him from Hell into redemption, but John would not follow where his ghost led, much less listen to Natalie.
So, if he intended to be the martyr, not her lover, she would be his Satan, to be the tempter and perhaps tormentor that brought him back to the land of the living. He needed to see the world as something to live in, rather than be suffered. And she would use Paul as her foil; Paul, who amused himself by wooing this wounded swan in front of John, would be her pawn to snare John. Natalie knew that whenever she was at Capricorn, Paul would usually soon arrive, on the prowl for her money and whatever he could get with it. Invariably, as if by design, it also meant that John would show up due to a completely rational need for jazz.
Natalie knew that all she had to do was utter a few forlorn words, paired with a faraway look, and she could hear Paul's little brain engine rattle and clank to life.
"I just wish I could feel... I don't know... happy and free and... you know, that euphoria that you get off a bottle of really good champagne but before the hangover?"
Paul smirked and crossed behind Natalie to position himself so that McBain would have to watch his lips touch her ear as he whispered, "Hey, if you want one-stop shopping for your pharmaceutical needs, I got a hospital full of regret-less euphorics at my disposal"
"Hmmmm..." Natalie lightly giggled, while rolling her head back so that John would only be able to see her smiling lips before Paul could plant a kiss on her. Although she had her eyes closed, the flame-haired temptress could sense John seething and hear Paul thinking he was reeling her in; one wanted to save her and the other wanted to have her, but Natalie was fully in charge of her destiny.