Like the Phoenix, The Sun rises again (Grand Opening)
Nov 4, 2016 19:58:13 GMT -5
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Post by Henry Doberman on Nov 4, 2016 19:58:13 GMT -5
He smiled when she caught his jest and sung the entire verse of the classic song, from Rudy Toombs. He wanted to tell her that she had a soothing voice, but he did not want to ruin the song and thwart her memory. So he just listened and enjoyed each vocal. When she brought the bottle of cognac over, he smelt it just like he did all of his drinks…he even observed the glass—damn it was real crystal. She definitely had a taste for the finer things in life. When the cognac was poured, it was rich and aged, yet still as smooth as Hennessy was back in the old world. He sipped the glass and relaxed on the recliner, while Claira shared what had happened to her lovers and his long time friend. Part of the reason why he was still here was because of their connection to Helena. But after listening to the Mayor speak and how she had handled herself publically, he felt like him being here was more therapeutic for her than he had realized—like a lost puzzle of her life being put together.
Henry was attentive, and silent like the panther that he was. The darkness around them seemed consoling, even when Claira’s tears began to fall. Maybe this was something that she was holding in for a long time; and it finally felt good to tell someone; someone who knew who she knew; someone who loved who she loved. Tears are often shed in private, but here he was in this dark basement giving her his ear of comfort. He finished his glass easily, it was so smooth to drink, and found himself beside her, while she spoke. He took her hand so that she would not feel alone in this darkness. He did not know why he was doing this, but he wanted to feel alive again himself. His body shivered, when he touched her flesh, like he committed some kind of sin. Zeph was still out there. He could smell her scent on his clothes; like she haunted his heart and pulled on his body. He exhaled and listened…then he spoke when Claira was done.
“Nah, you don’t wish that. We both had to lose someone to make us stronger for this fucked up world. Everyone alive had to lose…but it’s the going on that counts. The weak die and the strong survive, that’s how it’s always been.” He kept her hand and rubbed it gently. “I’ll stay here on this island…don’t think I can leave you now…you’re a mess.” He grinned, “but I can’t live in one of those fancy houses…I just can’t. I need to stay sharp. I’ll live on, Sara…my Lifeboat and keep a security watch over the stronghold. I have a high quality radar system that can help with patrol. I hope you understand, Claira, that I want to help you protect this place. I got your back.”
He exhaled again having made his decision. But he was curious about the slave that they had rescued. Henry had gone from being a notorious pirate, who people thought was insane, to becoming a hero. He swallowed and did not understand this cycle, but he felt kind of good about what happened today.
“You best go check on your new friend. She might want to know what is going on here.” He smiled and let her hand go, “I’ll be right behind you. I gotta get that gasolina loaded before Nightfall also.”
Henry was attentive, and silent like the panther that he was. The darkness around them seemed consoling, even when Claira’s tears began to fall. Maybe this was something that she was holding in for a long time; and it finally felt good to tell someone; someone who knew who she knew; someone who loved who she loved. Tears are often shed in private, but here he was in this dark basement giving her his ear of comfort. He finished his glass easily, it was so smooth to drink, and found himself beside her, while she spoke. He took her hand so that she would not feel alone in this darkness. He did not know why he was doing this, but he wanted to feel alive again himself. His body shivered, when he touched her flesh, like he committed some kind of sin. Zeph was still out there. He could smell her scent on his clothes; like she haunted his heart and pulled on his body. He exhaled and listened…then he spoke when Claira was done.
“Nah, you don’t wish that. We both had to lose someone to make us stronger for this fucked up world. Everyone alive had to lose…but it’s the going on that counts. The weak die and the strong survive, that’s how it’s always been.” He kept her hand and rubbed it gently. “I’ll stay here on this island…don’t think I can leave you now…you’re a mess.” He grinned, “but I can’t live in one of those fancy houses…I just can’t. I need to stay sharp. I’ll live on, Sara…my Lifeboat and keep a security watch over the stronghold. I have a high quality radar system that can help with patrol. I hope you understand, Claira, that I want to help you protect this place. I got your back.”
He exhaled again having made his decision. But he was curious about the slave that they had rescued. Henry had gone from being a notorious pirate, who people thought was insane, to becoming a hero. He swallowed and did not understand this cycle, but he felt kind of good about what happened today.
“You best go check on your new friend. She might want to know what is going on here.” He smiled and let her hand go, “I’ll be right behind you. I gotta get that gasolina loaded before Nightfall also.”