"Camphor crossed with lace, it is the witching hour
Cinematic but crude
Teasing all my feelings out, you move away
It seems so natural to you
...
I'm drawing the line, I draw the line
And I have my pride
...
I'm shutting you out, I'm shutting you out
And I have no doubt."
~Drawing The Line, Porcupine Tree
The rain hit the roof of the ancient mansion with a violent melody.
Ellis sat on the other end of the room, staring at the Witches outside as they screamed into the unanswerable storm.
Everything was going terribly; they were running out of portioned rations, Coach was going on about his hemorrhoids, and Nick was being a complete
ass to Ellis.
He sighed as Rochelle walked over to him and sat down.
"You do know that he's just worried about you right, sweetie? He really does care about you." She said with a wistful sigh.
Ellis awkwardly adjusted his hat as he smirked, "If that's true what you say, then why don't he just tell me that instead a' treatin' me like his ex-wife? I don't even care an'more. I'm done being his leftovers."