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Post by solomon on Apr 26, 2015 3:01:56 GMT
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slipping the package into his coat pocket, solomon left the marketplace as quickly as he could without drawing more attention to himself. even with his hood raised he cut a strange figure: he could feel people's eyes burning holes in the back of his head as he turned onto a side-street.
the more civilized a city was, the more side-eyed glances and deep frowns he got. homes in the country were, in some ways, even worse. once, on a cold night of icy rain, he had gone to a peasants' house in desperation, just to see if they would let him sleep in their barn. the sound of the door slamming to had been heavy and deep, echoing through the surrounding fields. empty cities: broken pillars. shattered causeways. tumble-down buildings with all their bones showing: these were the places that took him in, welcomed him, just let him be.
survival instinct. that was all it was. he frightened people, and thus couldn't expect help or friendship from anyone who got a good look at him. it was natural. expected. but solomon didn't mean to hurt anyone.
pulling his hood down a little further over his face, solomon paused and looked at his reflection in a puddle at his feet. he rolled a cigarette and slipped it between his lips. striking a match against his boot, he puffed a few times as the flame set the cigarette tip glowing cherry-red. all the while, that pale, eerie reflection mirrored every move. almost without thinking, he traced the knotted scar across his cheek with his fingertips, feeling the thick stitches that held him together. yes. if he were human, he would recoil from a monster, too.
head down, he turned and exited the side-street, ready to make his way out of town.
<<ooc: sorry there isn't much to respond to... bleh.>>
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Post by ABIGAIL PARKINSON on Apr 26, 2015 6:02:18 GMT
I SIT AROUND JUST TO WATCH THE CLOUDS  ► That stupid chicken was gone again. She'd noticed it when she had taken a break from studying a new book she had found on another world. Having become intrigued by it, Abbi had taken it home and read it. But about halfway through the third chapter she had felt her fingers begin to shake. Her heart had jumped at the feeling and the sight of it. Not good. She needed to get out of her house. She needed to go for a run. Which she did. She grabbed her hoodie and went out of the house for a run. It was only for a couple moments, then she came back to her little cottage and noticed something... A quick sweep of the house confirmed her suspicions. Kotako was gone. Great... Probably went off to peep into some girl's bedroom or to try to find a way to disconnect himself from her. Well, she had looked. So far there wasn't. She didn't even know how she had connected herself to the stupid bird. There had been something to do with his own world and even then they wouldn't tell her how to break it. So, she went on a hunt for that damn chicken. It wasn't like this was the first time she'd had to go searching for him cause he'd run off. It was irritating it was. She was sick and tired of dealing with his whining, complaining, and especially when he tried to suck up to her. That was the worst. When he tried to use his kingly charms on her to get what he wanted. She would be the happiest person alive if she could find a way to break the connection. She'd have time to spend more with Jack... But, of course she would find a gold feather of his sitting within the water of the fountain. Foolish. Idiot. While searching for any sign of her lost "pet" her eyes caught sight of a strange figure sitting a couple yards away smoking a cigarette. She wrinkled her nose slightly at the smoke, but ignored it. Abigail hated it when people smoked. This hurt the air and the oxygen that the plants and animals needed to survive. But she wouldn't tell him otherwise. "Excuse me mr." She said stepping a little bit closer to him, but not too close, she didn't want to scare him or make him uncomfortable. "Excuse me. Have you seen a golden chicken? I'm looking for him." |
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Post by solomon on Apr 26, 2015 8:00:07 GMT
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"excuse me mr."
solomon heard a girls' voice. used to being avoided, unaccustomed to being approached for any (friendly) reason, solomon assumed that the words were meant for someone else and didn't reply. exhaling a puff of smoke, he did glance up out of curiosity. a young girl with long hair, dressed in a hoodie, stood nearby, looking directly at him. solomon remained seated, watching out of the corner of his eye.
"Excuse me. Have you seen a golden chicken? I'm looking for him."
this girl really was addressing him. strange. holding his cigarette between two fingers, he turned to face her. the hood still hid most of his face, completely covering the grotesque screw which seemed to turn so many humans' stomachs. judging by the girl's expression, something was wrong.
for a moment, the only sound was the splash and hiss of the fountain.
"a golden chicken. no. i haven't. frankly, i didn't know golden chickens existed. assuming that you truly mean 'gold', not some more common color." exhaling smoke, solomon snubbed out his cigarette and slipped the crumpled end into his pocket. as blunt and short as his words might have been, he spoke in a calm, quiet tone.
"you seem upset. is this chicken special in some way?"
what a rare opportunity. conversation - and people in general - always peaked solomons' interest: the more he listened and watched, the more he learned about motive, expression, the way people conveyed feelings. this habit served as both a satisfaction of his curiosity and a useful tool. prolonging this conversation for as long as possible could be advantageous.
besides.... every once in a while this happened: something seemed to whisper from the back of his mind. this girl was upset. maybe she needed help. maybe... perhaps... he was supposed to help.
"special or not, two people searching would be more effective than just one. do you want help?"
<<< OOC: still getting used to character. sorry so short. >>>
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Post by ABIGAIL PARKINSON on Apr 26, 2015 8:26:07 GMT
I SIT AROUND JUST TO WATCH THE CLOUDS ► "A golden chicken. no. i haven't. frankly, i didn't know golden chickens existed. assuming that you truly mean 'gold', not some more common color."She shook her head. "Nope... He's actually gold. GOLD! Don't know why. Its kinda silly really..." She trailed off for a moment and peered into the water. She wasn't nervous about him in the least. He had no idea the kind of people and things she had seen. She had watched as an entire forest had burned down, seen her father die at a young age, other things that she couldn't even say out loud. But either way, she was not afraid. Even though she didn't even know what he looked like under that hood. "you seem upset. is this chicken special in some way?" She scoffed, infuriated. "Kotako? Special? He's special alright. A special idiot who always gets himself into worse and worse situations. Can hardly get him to shut up." Then she paused and glanced over at the man she had begun talking to. She didn't know why she had asked him to help her. Without the cat or the chicken... Her life was kind of quiet, having no one to talk to. It was strange really... How much she depended on the two. "Ah.... Yeah, I supposed you could say he's special to me... I kinda..." She trailed off, not really wanting to talk about it. She had cursed him and attached him to her. If she died, he died, and vice versa. When he mentioned that he would help her look for him she lifted her gaze to the stranger and tilted her head slightly. "Really? You would help me look for him? The dumb chicken?" She paused, trying to find the right words for her to say. That was when her fingers began to shiver again. Her heart jumped and she slowly placed them into her pants pockets, biting her lip, praying that the man didn't notice the movement that was oh so obvious to her. "Why would you help me look for him?" She asked softly, peering into the fountain water. |
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Post by solomon on Apr 27, 2015 8:43:14 GMT
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"Kotako? Special? He's special alright. A special idiot who always gets himself inot worse and worse situations. Can hardly get him to shut up."
Solomon watched the girl quietly, fighting the urge to light another cigarette. Now she was more upset. If the chicken was such a problem, why keep it? Monetary value. Slipping his hands into his pockets, Solomon wondered how much money a human would give for a living, golden chicken.
People usually didn't describe animals as idiots. Just other people. It was worth noting...
"Ah... Yeah, I supposed you could say he's special to me... I kinda..."
The more the girl talked, the more he wanted to understand what her expressions and actions meant. The chicken seemed to annoy her. Yet it was special. She talked about it (this animal) as if it were another sentient creature. So far, Solomon hadn't run into a situation quite like this one. Flicking through his catalog of human reactions and motivations in his minds' eye, nothing quite matched up.
"Really? You would help me look for him? The dumb chicken?" The girl paused. Solomon waited. Suddenly, she put her hands in her pockets, biting her lip and seeming even more nervous. What now? It must have been bad. Her hands were shaking.
"Why would you help me look for him?"
Solomon wouldn't tell the truth. Not the whole truth. It would only drive her away: he'd seen it happen before.
"You seem to need it." Solomon stood, rising from his slouching posture to his full height. Sticking one hand into his pocket, he looked down at the girl. "I'll look for your chicken if you want the help. Mind if I smoke?"
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Post by ABIGAIL PARKINSON on Apr 27, 2015 10:21:00 GMT
I SIT AROUND JUST TO WATCH THE CLOUDS ► "You seem to need it. I'll look for your chicken if you want the help. Mind if I smoke?"She almost told him that smoking was bad for his health, but she forgot about it as she began to study him in more detail, mainly his face. All the while she looked up at him with a perfectly blank expression. She had no idea where this man has come from, but he certainly wasn't the worst person she'd ever seen. His eyes. They were so serious. It made her want to cry for him. She didn't know what he'd been through, but it was certainly obvious that it was something deeper then she could even imagine. Nothing about him made her worry. But she couldn't seem to look away from his eyes. "Thank you..." She said quietly as she averted her gaze on the taller figure and landed them back into the water. It was the reflection that usually caught her attention, oh she loved the water so. She didn't respond to his smoking question at all. Not really caring if he lit one up or not. She'd rather he didn't, but she didn't want to offend him either. Besides, she really wasn't thinking about it right now. Currently she couldn't stop thinking of Kotako. "He would be anywhere a flock of girls might be. He's kind of a jerk like that... Always cheating on anyone he can get his mangy feathers on..." Then she turned back to glance at the man she had recruited to help her. "I'm sorry... If you find him, and he talks to you, don't be alarmed please. He'll probably just whine at you cause he's so foolish like that..." She couldn't stop talking down about him. Was there no goodness in the heart of the chicken at all? Was there no kindness? She had seen it before. His touch... His love for her... But... That was not what she wanted. She didn't want to constantly be played for a fool. "Ah... I'm Abigail. Abigail Parkinson. Its a pleasure to meet you mr..." She said as she offered her hand to him in an action to shake. Hoping he wouldn't turn away from her, she couldn't help but look right back at his eyes. He was so sad... |
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Post by solomon on Apr 27, 2015 11:01:48 GMT
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Solomon waited, not saying a word as the girl silently watched him. Blank. Unreadable. Certainly an interesting combination of behaviors. It would be worthwhile to wait this out, see if some new information came to light. The girl looked his straight in the eye. Solomon stared back, unblinking.
"Thank you..." Her voice was quieter now. From what he could tell, she truly was grateful: whatever she might say, and whatever the situation might be, this bird must hold significant value. Enough value to cause worry.
The girls' next statement, however, made everything even more obscure.
"He would be anywhere a flock of girls might be. He's kind of a jerk like that... Always cheating on anyone he can get his feathers on..."
"Unless I'm mistaken, chickens don't cheat." Solomon pulled out a cigarette but didn't light it.
"I'm sorry.. If you find him, and he talks to you, don't be alarmed please. He'll probably just white at you cause he's so foolish like that..."
Ah. The chicken could speak. It had some sort of personality. That explained a lot... This girl treated it like a person because, in a way, it was. A traveling fair, Solomon thought in his detached way, would trade a heavy purse for this talking, golden chicken.
"Ah... I'm Abigail. Abigail Parkinson. Its a pleasure to meet you mr..."
For a minute, Solomon didn't respond. Odd. Common courtesy wasn't something he experienced often: certainly not this kind of politeness. As far as he could remember, no one had ever been pleased to meet him. Solomon took her hand and gave it a firm (but not ungentle) shake. "Just call me Solomon."
"We should find a more heavily frequented area. Maybe that street." Solomon nodded toward a broad main thoroughfare.
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Post by ABIGAIL PARKINSON on Apr 28, 2015 5:50:40 GMT
I SIT AROUND JUST TO WATCH THE CLOUDS ► "Unless I'm mistaken, chickens don't cheat.""This one does..." She muttered under her breath right before he pointed in the direction of a more populated area. Eh... maybe. She wasn't quite so sure where he would be right now. But a heavily populated area? For a golden chicken? That would be catastrophic, she thought... But maybe the dumb chicken was stupid enough to actually try that. Would he be? She nodded solemnly and began to make her way in that direction, glancing at her companion every now and again to make sure he was still with her. While she wasn't afraid of him, she was wary of him. She'd gotten into trouble with enough men to know not to put her whole life into their hands. But she just couldn't stop thinking about those eyes. As she was walking, she suddenly felt the middle of her chest begin to burn. Only softly at first, but it got worse within seconds. After a short time Abigail stopped in her own tracks and lifted her hand to her chest, her eyes blank. And then it began to come in waves. Lash after lash. The next one even worse then the last one. She gasped at the sharp pain that grasped at her heart. It was stab after stab. There was nothing she could do to stop it so she fell to the dirty ground and curled up into a ball gasping for whatever air she could find. Tears streamed down her face as if she were sobbing. What? What is happening to me? What did that damn chicken do? Wave after wave. She couldn't stop her body from shaking violently from the pain. There was so much of it. So much pain. She opened her mouth to say something, but it was impossible. She could barely get enough air to breath. The entire time she kept her eyes closed. No sense in trying to figure out what was going on around her. She was already vulnerable and felt like she was going to die. Was this part of the shaking she had been enduring for awhile now? Possibly? No... This felt different. It felt like something was being cut away from her. The book? She didn't know. She couldn't even think clearly. |
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Post by solomon on Apr 28, 2015 6:41:52 GMT
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For a little while, the girl and the Nobody walked in silence. A probing look at their surroundings reveled no signs of a chicken, golden or otherwise. Not surprising. There weren't any girls in the area, either. None except Abigail.
Solomon slipped his cigarette back into his pocket. The girl hadn't answered his question. Best wait until later. It took Solomon a second to realize that the only footsteps he heard were his own. Then, Abigail gasped. Quick as a snake, Solomon whipped around.
"Abigail!" The girl fought for breath, one hand on her chest. In a few quick strides, Solomon reached her just as she collapsed to the ground.
"Abigail..." Kneeling down, Solomon slipped his arm behind her shoulders, lifing her gently, as gently as a father would. Supporting her head, he raised her into a half-sitting position, trying to help her breathe, letting her curl up from the pain. Tears... tears... when people cried, the pain was intense. She seemed so frail, so frail, shuddering and crying. Shuffling through the files of information in his encyclopedic mind, through memories, everything he had observed in his travels, Solomon knew that there was nothing he could do. He didn't know what to do.
He was about to call for help. Then it struck him, like volts of electricity. The courtyard, the street, the old stone buildings. Gone. Red. All he could see was red. A pulsing red light, brick walls. Silhouettes... Whirring metal... A face. A familiar, sinister face. Even now, as a Nobody, he knew that this face.. this person.. was something to fear. Black iron bars.. No... Let me be... Let me go...
Solomon closed his eyes, shuddering. When he opened them again, he could see clearly once more. Another memory... Solomon took a deep breath. That didn't matter right now. He had to get help. "Abigail... I don't know how to help... there's an apothecary not far from here. I'll carry you there..." Moving carefully, trying not to jar the suffering girl or make her pain any worse, Solomon got ready to pick her up.
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Post by ABIGAIL PARKINSON on Apr 29, 2015 6:55:04 GMT
I SIT AROUND JUST TO WATCH THE CLOUDS ► "Abigail... I don't know how to help... there's an apothecary not far from here. I'll carry you there..." She could barely understand the voice that was speaking to her, not to mention the fact that she didn't recognize it. She didn't even know where she was now. She didn't really care. She wasn't too worried with that at the moment. She was too busy trying to keep herself alive. Abigail started coughing desperately as she attempted to help herself breath, but it was nearly impossible. Then something wrapped around her shivering body and lifted her up off the ground. Suddenly she could breath, but she began hyperventilating, gasping for all the air she could reach, as if not having any air at all was bad enough. Now she was pulling in more air and she couldn't stop herself, her body felt like it needed it. But nothing she did could stop the pain in her chest. All she could do was cry, clutch at her heart, and gasp for air that was filling her lungs with air too quickly. Too worried about her next breath of Air, Abigail had no care at all for where the figure was taking her. The words they had said hadn't even registered. Through all the terrible agonizing pain she had been through, nothing was as killer as this. This toped the cake. Beat the rabbit. Held the throne. It took forever, it felt like, for her to be laid down in a cot of some sort. But she didn't open her eyes. No, she simply curled up into a ball with whatever strength she had left to attempt to sooth the pain. [Notes: You can make the Herbalist / Medical person an NPC. So anyone can be this person, but they aren't an important part of the plot.] |
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Post by solomon on May 5, 2015 3:09:04 GMT
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Moving with care, expression impassable and cold as stone, Solomon carried Abbi back the way they had come. Retracing his steps, he walked past the fountian (his staff still leaning against a nearby wall), down the side-street and onto the main market lane.
Abbi coughed. Gasped for air, crying. Glancing down at the girl, Solomon quickened his pace. People on the street turned to watch. Their eyes narrowed. Frowning, suspicious, a few of them even took a few steps forward as if to follow them. Stop him. Ask what he had done.
Solomon paused under the swinging wooden sign of the apothecary's - a carving of a beaker, pestle, and cluster of herbs. Reaching out, he turned the copper knob, kicked the door open, and stepped inside.
A thick, dusty-sweet smell of herbs filled the air. Bundles of dried leaves and brittle stems hung from beams in the ceiling. Along the back wall, sunlight glinted on brown glass bottles behind the heavy front counter. Standing in a narrow doorway opposite, a young errand-boy stared, wide-eyed under his wool cap.
"You. Where's your master?" "Out... he should be back any minute..." "She needs to lie down."
The boy hurriedly led Solomon to a back room and watched him set her on a low cot. Then he clattered down the hall and out the front door to fetch his master.
For a minute Solomon watched Abbi fighting to breathe, kneeling beside her cot. Someone needed to calm her down... Gently, the Nobody took Abbi's hand. "Abigail. Can you hear me, Abigail? You're going to be fine..." In an even, soothing voice, Solomon began to talk. Calmly, gently talking to calm her down, telling her how to slow her breathing.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, the apothecary arrived. Then came the long string of useless cures and remedies, failure after failure, as they tried to help, tried to figure out what was wrong. But nothing was working. Nothing seemed to even dull the pain.
<<< OOC: i wasn't sure what medicines would have what effects, so i left the outcomes open.>>>
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Post by ABIGAIL PARKINSON on May 5, 2015 10:06:00 GMT
I SIT AROUND JUST TO WATCH THE CLOUDS ► She didn't hear anything. Not for a long while. For too long she was so focused on how much she was in pain. But the time all began to meld in together and she could no longer focus on the difference between the pain and the reality around her. She didn't know where she was, what was happening, and everything just seemed so blurry, unknown. Several times she had calmed down from feeling the pain for so long, but it was always short lived, about an hour at best, but she would always begin to panic once again after awhile. Finally it got to much for her and her body passed completely out. She of course had nightmares, which did not help her rest for several hours. Tossing back and forth she did. Over and over she cried. But after it was all said and done she finally fell into a restless sleep. One so black and dark that she was absolutely terrified that she would never wake back up from it. One so lonely, that she couldn't help but sit in the darkness and cry full heartedly. There was no more of that shaking. No more of the dangerous depression that would hang over her head all the time. But... Jack... Jack needs me. She thought to herself. I must return to Jack. He is all alone after all. There is no other place for him to be. I can not die.With that she forced her own eyes open. It took quite some effort as she was completely exhausted, but her heart for the silly cat could not have been burning any brighter. If it did, she was sure that it would melt the rest of her body around it. When she opened her eyes she now gazed up at the ceiling. How long had she been out? The Pain in her chest was still there, but it was not as sharp as before. She could still feel her hands shivering and she couldn't make them stop. This was what worried her the most. And this time it was a noticeable fear. She lifted her Hands just before her face and watched them shiver. Stop! Stop! she willed them, but nothing happened. |
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Post by solomon on May 6, 2015 9:44:46 GMT
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For a long time, nothing the apothecary tried seemed to have any effect. Solomon sat in a corner of the back room, staring at the floor, listening. Nothing worked. Abbi was still in excruciating pain. Suddenly, after hours of futile attempts at healing her, Abbi's body went limp.
Solomon looked up. The thought that Abigail might be dead crossed his mind... and it disturbed him: at least, as much as a Nobody could be disturbed. Death wasn't always something which made him pause, something he shied away from. More than once, an attack on the Nobody had ended with blood on his hands. Yet there was in his mind sense that it should be stopped, that some people should be protected, should be kept alive.
"What happened?" His tone had an edge to it. The apothecary didn't reply for a moment, holding Abbi's loose wrist between fore-finger and thumb. "She's lost consciousness..." "What does that indicate?" "Her breathing is more regular... we will have to wait and watch." Sighing, the apothecary ran one hand through his wooly white hair. "I've never seen a malady like this. Not in all my years of service."
Hours passed. Patches of sunlight on the floor shifted and faded as morning turned to afternoon. Abbi slept, tossing and turning, crying. Solomon waited, watching, sometimes talking to her in that same calm, quiet tone.
The sun was starting to set when Abbi finally opened her eyes. Solomon, who had been sitting in the corner staring at the floor again, looked over to the cot. "Abigail?" The girl lifted up her hands. They were shaking.
"Abigail..." Solomon knelt by the cot. "You've been asleep for a very long time. How are you feeling?"
Calmly, Solomon added, "You're at an apothecary's." He wasn't sure why: somehow, knowing where you were, and what was happening, after waking up in a strange place seemed of particular, almost urgent, importance.
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Post by ABIGAIL PARKINSON on May 7, 2015 5:44:18 GMT
I SIT AROUND JUST TO WATCH THE CLOUDS ► "Abigail... You've been asleep for a very long time. How are you feeling?" There was a pause and then he said, "You're at an apothecary's..." Shifting her eyes from her fingers and to the man that sat beside her she could feel the tears begin to flood into her gaze, and there she began to cry. She couldn't help it. She was terrified. And she didn't have any words to describe how she was feeling at this particular moment. This person, the one sitting right next to her. He hadn't looked down on her, or used her time of weakness to take her out. Instead he had taken her to an Apothecary's? The only other person who she knew would do that was Jack. Jack... The silly cat. The one who lied so much it was hilarious. But... He would save her... wouldn't he? She cried. And when she calmed down finally she turned to Solomon and reached out to gently touch his face. Very gently. To just touch his cheek. She didn't care about the stitches, or anything else that made him look so big and scary. He had saved her life. Why? Why had he done that. "Thank you." She said softly, tears still falling down her face. "Thank you Solomon." She laid there for only a moment with her hand touching his cheek before she pulled away and attempted to sit up. But the pain in her chest hurt too much and she fell back onto the cot, tears streaming down her face. The cat. Jack. Jack... She had to find Jack... |
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Post by solomon on May 7, 2015 20:04:43 GMT
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For a while, Solomon simply knelt by Abigail's bedside and waited while she cried. Had the pain intensified? No... her face didn't wear the same look of suffering it had before she had fallen asleep. Her breathing seemed normal. What, then?
Finally, the tears slowed. Gently, Abigail reached out her hand. At first Solomon stiffened: he wasn't accustomed to being touched. Not unless someone meant him harm. It was just a gut reaction: he didn't understand what she was going to do. Abigail wasn't a threat. He knew that. But he recoiled anyway.
Abigail's gesture was kind, gentle. Solomon's eyes widened slightly as Abigail touched his face, quietly weeping, and thanked him.
Solomon blinked as his vision blurred. Tears, warm and glistening. Not a single one fell: his eyes just misted over. Why? Why was he crying? In his detached, clinical way, the Nobody considered whatever possibilities came to mind. Perhaps... this was some leftover reaction from his human self. When was the last time someone had thanked him? Given him a kind word? He couldn't remember. It had been a long time. Briefly, the Nobody put his hand over hers.
Glancing over his shoulder, Solomon could see the Apothecary asleep by the window with his mouth hanging open, exhausted. Outside, the city rooftops stood up in angular silhouettes against a pale gold and blue mackerel sky. The hood pulled away from his face a little as he turned to look behind him... just the faintest sliver of metal glinted from under the dark cloth.
"Abigail... you need to rest..." Looking down at the floorboards, Solomon thought for a moment. Then, "Do you live near here? Home may be the best place for you. I could take you there."
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