Back to Lyra's world, the next morning Lyra still hasn't moved from the same spot with a worried pan she seems in a trance. I got the idea for the male character whilst finishing the 4 novels of twilight- again the character's in the story are not mine, they belong to *the great* Phillip Pullman.
Enjoy...
Lyra did not move, for it seemed hours. A worried Pan nudged her gently, rubbing up against a bit of exposed skin just under her knitted dull red gloves. Still she did not budge. Many people passed by throughout the day, some ignoring the silent woman others whispering, hissing insults under their breath. The only time her eyes moved from the fixed spot straight ahead, was to stare back to the seemingly invisible wall. Her hand mirroring a mime artist almost touching it, to passersby it seemed unlikely, but to her it was real. Pans squirrel face expression was of comfort but shy about it.
The small bench was not inviting with a colourless woman sitting staring, yet someone found it appealing. Smiling a young man of about 26, roughly shaven and a dark brunette, was undoubtedly hansom. Without noticing it, a glow lit up Lyra's hopeless face. Pan's head turned suddenly to meet the strangers face, it was awkward as a daemon did not often look directly at a person, but Lyra's mind was somewhere else. Slowly the stranger stepped forward towards the bench, as if waiting for a reaction. Taking another step Pan started to nibble on Lyra's coat, which caused her wrist pain but did not snap her out of her trance. The man was seemingly interested in the full-grown daydreamer. He took a step back, then forward as if to draw attention to himself.
"Lyra" Pan whispered close to her ear. The man came very close to the bench resting his knees on the edge of the seat, staring into her deep hazel eyes. Lyra's eyes slowly turned to look towards him, but stared over him to the invisible wall. His head jerked into the space to meet her eyes, she blinked suddenly.
"I'm sorry did I wake you?" the man spoke in a soft low tone, almost humming what he spoke. Spinning round to face backward to the bench, he sat down in the space where Will would sit. Lyra was cross about this but tried to hide it. He let out a small laugh, which a daemon should've joined in with.
"What!" Shocked covered Lyra's face, not enough shock to satisfy the stranger. She then Lyra's face turned into a large smirk. Pan still confused leaped up onto Lyra's shoulder, to then realise and let out a smirk as well.
"Confused lady? Sorry what is your name?" He hummed with a sudden confused look.
"No, and my name is not lady… it is Lyra." She almost shouted back at him, but then realised her sudden response and took a deep breath to control herself.
"Oh, you noticed not many do when people meet me, and they (he paused) never mind. Ahhh Lyra what a beautiful name. I assume you don't intend to spend all of New Year's morning sitting in the cold, heh?" The man looked at Lyra, with a worried but kind face.
"OK I understand. I expect you would like to introduce yourself as you already know about me?" Lyra replied she had not be this cheeky in years.
"Oh yes, of corse my name is Joel" Lyra gulped, such a Wills world name. "And I come from London, and i had nothing to do this New Year so I came to Oxford. This is because I heard it's beautiful and up untill now I thought that was not true." Lyra blushed; bright pink had filled the empty cheeks. She glanced at his face, it didn't look at all like Will, but still a kind stranger reminded her of Will. Gulping again a small tear settled in the corner of her eye. Pan jumped into her arms curling up.
"Yes well I'm here to remember a dear friend, who has been lost, to well… maybe you know of other worlds" Lyra did not know why she was revealing her secrets, to this man something about his presence, and lack of presence, claimed her.
"How do you know about them?" His tone was now serious; his eyes examined her face like a police officer to a criminal. The stranger suddenly noticed the tears rolling down a cold cheek, almost freezing halfway down her face. Taking blame, he said again, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you". Lyra nodded then looked up to him , he still had the stern look on his face. She knew others had heard of the different worlds; however she didn't know anyone who spoke of them in anger. Who was this man?
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