Consequences
By RingPrincess
She tried to warn him. "Won't stop. Won't stop. They'll just keep coming until they take back what you took. Two by Two, hands of blue." But he doesn't understand. No one understands. And she needs him of all to understand because if he doesn't there will be consequences. And she's still not sure how it will all work out. Of course, if they did understand anything they'd just think that she was discussing herself. Addressed to the room at large it would seem that way, but addressed to the big man on the opposite bed. It was supposed to mean something else. Something he'd be comfortable only thinking about in dark black rooms and then he'd have to be alone. Does he know what he's stolen, with his rough edges? Of course not, but there are consequences to these sorts of things and she's still working the solutions. The numbers don't add up. The blue is too close and they go on with the problem right in front of them. This problem will have consequences too, but her problems too close and the blue is making her garbled.
He doesn't understand. He must understand or there will be consequences, penalties, costs. The staring stops and he glared at her and told her to shut up in that intense way with the unspoken or else on the end. Hid in the insults and questions of games.
So she shuts up and stared back him over her hands, almost daring him to try, but also scared of what he might do with these games of his. She's unsure of the consequences. Of course, not all consequences are bad.
