To be frank, she thought she was above such.
And yet she refused to cry, at least on the outside, as the pain tore her apart on the inside. Betrayal and loss hand a firm hand squeezing at her heart.
Not that anyone would know.
To them she’d still be as cold and unfeeling as ever.
As it should be.
How she longed for her mask to be real. Between the homicidal merman with anger issues and Valtor—maybe Darkar too—Icy decided she was done wearing her cuore on her sleeve. She’d close off the already small crack in her wall. She didn’t need it.
She was done being used.
And so she sat on the park bench, watching the leaves fall. At least it was something to do. A distraction. At least something could fall faster than she.
Icy picked up one of the dead leaves and twirled it between her fingers. The only difference between the two of them was that the leaf was dead inside and out. Icy was only dead on the inside…
for the time being.
He sat down uninvited.
successivo to her.
A violation of her space. Anywhere within ten feet of her was too close.
She gave her little guest a rather forceful shove. “Did I say te could sit here?”
“Didn’t have to. Public bench, love.”
Icy cut him a sharp glare. “Charming as ever, Darko.”
“As charming as te are sarcastic.” He shrugged.
Icy drew on leg up onto the bench. The conversation had fallen short. She couldn’t really argue with the honest truth.
A chilly gust of wind sent another swirl of leaves spiraling off the tree. Icy watched them fall to the pavement. Just like old times.
He brushed one of her curls behind her ears.
She slapped his wrist and moved it back into place. Her bangs were fine the way they were. She folded her arms over her chest with a half-frown half-pout.
“What crawled up your culo and borrowed there?” Darko asked as casually as one could ask such a question.
“My culo isn’t the problem. The fact that yours is placed successivo to mine on this bench is…”
Darko chuckled.
If there was anything that made Icy’s rage simmer, it was that. People weren’t supposed to laugh when she insulted them. They were supposed to cry, o at the very least humor her with some back-sass. Darko either laughed o back-talked.
“Really though…why are te so mad?”
“I’m not.”
And it was true. She was più upset. Hurt. Than angry.
“Okay. Why are te so bothered?”
“Why are te so curious?”
And the silence fell heavy again. Icy could hear the breezed shuffle the leaves. And an occasional sparrow cry had filled in when the wind had gone.
“Because I care.” Darko answered at last.
That one earned a amaro laugh. They all ‘cared’ about her. And they all left.
“I always have.” He added.
“Yeah. te care…you care about what I have to offer.” Icy muttered. “So what is it? Power? Money? A night in some room with the doors locked?”
Darko opened his mouth to answer.
“And then after te get whichever it is that te desire, you’ll be on your way.” She detto with a lazy flick of her wrist.
“No. I want you.”
“So a night in letto then? What do te think I am? I'm not that easy.”
“I never detto that. It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other. I just wanted to sit here and talk, go see a movie. I don’t know, just spend some time with you.” Darko replied. “Why would te think I want something from you?”
“Because that’s all they want. They don’t want me, they want my belongings…or my virtues—what’s left of them anyhow, and then they leave. The last guy wanted power. detto we were going to rule the world together. Guess da ‘we’ he meant himself and his anger issues.” Icy shrugged.
“Who is this guy?”
“Dead. He’s dead.”
“You killed him!?”
“I wish. No, he killed himself. He had this fixation with toxin; they gave him power. He overdid it…maybe it was my fault—he used his dying breath to ask for my help. I didn’t give it to him.”
“To think, I always assumed that you’d get less morbid as te grew up.” Darko mused.
“What a ridiculous thing to assume.” Icy mumbled. “Shouldn’t te be somewhere…anywhere?
“It’s a Tuesday night. What is a person to do—alone—on a Tuesday night?” Darko asked. “I’m open to suggestions.
“We’re in Magix’s largest city, there are about ten restaurants on this block alone and a few dance club a little ways down the road!”
“Perhaps we can go to one of those restaurants? I’ll pay.”
Icy rolled her eyes, but her smile spoke at a higher volume to him.
He took her hand and helped her off the bench. He didn’t know which restaurant they were going to, o if they were even going to a restaurant. But he was content to go wherever she dragged him off to.
The park bench now left desolate. The leaves spiraled around the bench. The albero waiting for its rebirth.
Do te know how much I wanted to type “I never detto that. I came out here to have a good time, and I’m honestly feeling so attacked right now.” Instead of “I never detto that. It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other. I just wanted to sit here and talk, go see a movie. I don’t know, just spend some time with you.”
