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Post by Tiberius Maximus Aurelias on May 12, 2010 9:29:06 GMT
Tiberius frowned slightly when she told him she could not keep that promise. He knew he was useless at this point, she would go her own way and there was nothing he could do to persuade her to go to the hospital. He nodded and put her slowly and carefully down on her feet, picking up her cane, he handed her the cane. His cold icy hands touched hers. Her skin was warm to the touch, it stunned him for a moment. He shook it off and removed his icy hand from her delightfully warm one.
He figured she would want to walk home alone, he would let her, at least let her think that, he would follow to make sure she was safe. Why though? This was more then just to make sure she got home safely. Tiberius felt something inside him, something he had not felt since he was human. He grounded his teeth at the long absence of this thing he felt. He actually cared. That was very unlike Tiberius to care about a simple human girl, a blind one at that but this one just captivated him. Something about her, he would discover, made him irresistibly attracted to her.
Then the thoughts of what she thought of him came to mind, she knew how strong and fast the vampire who attacked her was, and she knew it was Tiberius who fended him off, so she figured he was of the same speed and strength, if not more, then her attacker, therefore if she figured out the attacker was a vampire then she would know he was. Then he would be afraid of him and possibly never want to see him again. He hated the idea of that happening.
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Post by Desdemona Riley on May 12, 2010 10:24:02 GMT
Oblivious to Tiberius's frown, Riley smiled at him when she got her cane back. For a second, she had been afraid he wouldn't put her down and force her to go to the hospital. Her uncle did that. He knew how stubborn his niece was, so he wouldn't give her a choice in some matters. Sure, she'd be annoyed with him for a bit, but common sense usually won out in her mind pretty quick and she'd get over it. Like with the hospital thing: she probably would have sulked for a few minutes, then decide Tiberius was right (though there was no way she would ever admit it!). The fact that he respected Riley's wishes, or recognized the fact that she wasn't going to back down on this, made her like Tiberius more. The smile wasn't the grin she had given earlier, that was just to reassure an acquaintance that had done her a favor. This smile had true warmth in it; it was a smile for a good friend.
Riley walked around Tiberius and into the mouth of the alley, halfway in and halfway out. She didn't want to leave just yet. Riley had just met Tiberius, and he had just saved her life... (this was the reason she told herself because she did not recognize the feeling she was getting for Tiberius. It was definitely more than Mockingbird Syndrome) Quickly, Riley thought of an excuse that would not hurt her pride and let her stay with Tiberius a bit longer, if he wanted to hang out with her still. She opened the case on her watch and felt for the time. "Well, I've missed my bus. At least the one at the nearby station. Riley thumbed to her left: the direction she had been moving in to go to the theater which was also where her bus-stop had been. Then she pointed to the right. "Do you want to come with me to the other bus station?" Asking if somebody wanted to do something with you was not only polite in Riley's book, it meant you didn't have to ask a person to do something for you, like helping. Then Riley remembered how fast vampires were. Wouldn't she be too slow for his tastes? She had to walk a bit slower than most people to safely navigate unfamiliar ground, which Port Angeles still was. Her feelings for Tiberius erased any fear she could have because of him, so the knowledge of what he was just another fact about the wonderful person named Tiberius.
Riley frowned ever so slightly. She wasn't completely comfortable with what she was about to say, but she was going to say it regardless. "If you do go with me, could I hold onto your arm? We could move at your speed then instead of mine. Well, not your full speed I mean, just faster than I was walking." It was as close as Riley ever was going to get to asking for help, and she wasn't even really doing that. An easy-going smile returned to her lips as she gazed unseeingly at Tiberius's eyes, waiting for an answer. She had been smiling more than she normally did. Riley knew Tiberius had something to do with it, but she still didn't recognize her feelings for him were more of that of friendship, so she thought it was just because they were friends.
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Post by Tiberius Maximus Aurelias on May 12, 2010 23:06:12 GMT
He watched her sadly as she headed off but then paused for a moment. She said she missed her bus, Tiberius looked up at the sky, the sun still hidden from the world. A few spots in the distance where the sun pierced through the thick and dense clouds that covered over the city. She then invited him to escort her to the next bus station where there may have been a bus waiting for her. He smiled a bit. Before he could answer, she asked if she could hold onto his arm on the trip, he wondered if it was because she was blind and needed help. Thoughts of pity not once entering his mind, he thought maybe it was just a blind girl's way of being close to someone. He smiled and answered, "Of course Ms. Riley, it would be an honor." He spoke, his Italian accent and ancient tone flowing from his lips like a river stream.
Then he caught the last part of what she had said, "...not your FULL speed..." He wondered what she meant but then again he did display some speed, though she could not see but she was no fool, if Tiberius could out match him then he must be able to at least match her attacker's speed. Tiberius walked over to her and stood beside her. Slowly and gently grabbing her wrist with his icy cold hands and bringing her arm under his, wrapping her arm under his. He walked at a regular human pace. "Ms. Riley, you have yet to ask me what exactly happened in the alley way. I'm curious about your lack of curiosity. Unless you have something figured out already?" He asked rhetorically.
Tiberius could hear the revving of Alexander's engine in the distance coming to finish off the vampire. Luckily for Tiberius the attacker didn't make Riley bleed, though Tiberius had an extensive resistence to losing control to his thirst over the years, he would have had to try really really hard not to kill her himself if she was bleeding.
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Post by Desdemona Riley on May 13, 2010 0:11:58 GMT
She could hear the smile in his voice. It was sorta funny in a weird way how he worded his answer. "Of course" and "it'd be an honor"? "Ms. Riley"? A book character had spoken to her lady like that. The book had been of a fantasy genre: the author had created a species called "+Anima" because of their ability to shift partially (or in some cases, fully) into their Anima animal. They were children and teenagers who'd been in near-death experiences and thus had gained their Anima so they would live. This girl, her name had been a flower- Rose? Lily? Daisy?- had called her master Lady Crystala. That had been the woman's actual title, but she had spoken to Crystala with such willing servitude. While Tiberius's kind manners and polite words were nothing close to Flower-Girl's in how they were spoken (Flower-Girl's hero was Lady Crystala. She spoke to her with a bit of adoration), Riley couldn't help but think of them. She was holding onto his arm, and he had just saved her life, but yet he still spoke to her like they were separated by great lengths. She wondered if her slightly hurt thoughts were apparent in her eyes. Riley hoped not.
Cane carried between her torso and arm that Tiberius wasn't holding, she put her other hand on Tiberius's upper arm. It was more comfortable walking that way, and Riley had no problem touching him. If it bugged him, he would say something. Or, Riley thought he would. She didn't know if he was too polite to say anything. His arms was so icy to her, she knew she must have felt feverish to him, or something similar. Was the heat unpleasant? Was she still moving too slow for a vampire that could reach unthinkable speeds? Riley never had to ask those questions to herself before. And, she didn't mind having to do it now.
The question had been rhetorical, but Riley enjoyed listening to his voice, and he always seemed to say something when she asked a question, so she replied anyway. "What I heard was you punching him, then ripping his head off. You tossed the head in a dumpster and kicked the body away. How close am I?" Riley thought she heard a motor, but they were walking near a road. Why wouldn't she hear a car? Riley turned to face him, this time looking at his mouth instead of his eyes, as if he would respond sooner if she "looked" at were the words were going to come out. Riley wondered what he looked like as she waited, eager for him to speak, but not showing it on her face. Of course, Riley could never know what anybody really looked like, just an impression of what their face looked like. She couldn't know their pigments or clothing colors. She could know how tall they are, but not how wide their shoulders were, or their waist, or how big their feet were. Most people were just voices, because touch was such an intimate thing. Going around feeling everyone's face was in no way appealing. She knew her own and her uncle's, but she wanted to add a third face to that collection.
The walk wasn't that long, Riley thought a bit sulkily. They'd be there in about five minutes at this speed, she guessed. The bus would be there in three minutes after they got there, and Riley would have to tell Tiberius goodbye, unless she made up an excuse to stay in Port Angeles longer. But Tiberius had undoubtedly been doing something before he had spoken to Riley. Why would he change his plans for a blind girl he hadn't even known for an hour?
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Post by Tiberius Maximus Aurelias on May 13, 2010 4:02:37 GMT
Tiberius was surprised at how comfortable she was with touching him. Maybe it was a blind thing, they see with their ears and hands and such. Whether ot not it was that or her wanting to touch him, he didn't mind it one bit, she was rather warm to the touch and it was something he hadn't felt in forever, the warmth of a woman's skin. Were he not so sure he would be an icy chill to her bones he would have placed his free hand over hers that rested on his arm. It wasn't so obvious to Tiberius that he was attracted to the human girl on an intimate level. He was over three hundred years old and had only been in love once and it was about three hundred years ago. He ha forgotten what it felt like.
She answered his question though she did not have to, she said she heard exactly what he did and asked if she was right. He looked at her surprisingly for a second and then back to the side walk. Did she already know what he was? If she did, why was she so calm about it? This slightly disturbed him, most humans would have a heart attack when they first discover vampires but...maybe that was it. Maybe she already knew about his race and wasn't surprised to find him as one.
Tiberius had not once found a human who already knew about vampires, at least not one who lived long after finding out. The Volturi, whom Tiberius and Alexander had met in person and spoken with, would kill the humans who had knowledge of their race and maybe even the vampires themselves. He had a few questions for her and maybe she had some for him. "Do you know what I am?" He just had to ask and he hoped she would e honest.
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Post by Desdemona Riley on May 13, 2010 12:34:00 GMT
The cold was seeping into Riley through her contact with Tiberius. She didn't mind. Cold felt nice to her, and she liked holding Tiberius's arm. "Depends. In my opinion, you are a charming guy named Tiberius, but you're probably referring to the fact that you are a vampire. Either way, you get your answer." Riley hadn't missed a beat in answering because she didn't even have to think about it. She knew her opinion of him and wasn't afraid to say it. "Honesty is the best policy" was one of her favorite sayings, and she followed it almost to the letter. She wasn't perfect, and sometimes she had to lie to cover something up. Like, how she got bruised so bad for example. She couldn't tell her uncle that a vampire had thrown her into a wall and against a dumpster, then this really nice vampire named Tiberius had saved her before the other vampire could drain her of blood. That would go over so well, considering what had happened to her father.
A decade ago, Riley's father had been killed by a vampire. He would have survived if the vampire hadn't drained so much blood and left him with some sort of poison in the remaining blood in his veins. The doctors couldn't identify it, and when Icarus had died, it had seemed to disappear. The doctors had been certain a psycho that believed he/she was a vampire had drunk blood from Icarus, then poisoned him. Riley believed there may have been a slight chance that vampires were real, and they were using the fact that nobody believed in them to their advantage. So when everything pointed to vampire, she knew they were real, one hundred percent. Some defining characteristics were even known to her: how their skin felt, their speed and strength, the fact that their voices were pleasing to the ear, not to mention the instinct to leave and run away that she had gotten at first with both vampires she had encountered. Was fighting this urge stupid and moronic? Tiberius could kill her in less than a second right now, but yet she was holding onto him more than he was holding onto her. Because she wasn't afraid of him. She wasn't afraid of vampires, Riley realized. After adding that to the mental list of things Riley is not afraid of, they arrived at the bus station.
Riley didn't bother to hide the fact that she was reluctant to let go of his arm when she did. Cane in hand and ready to walk away from the amazing guy named Tiberius, Riley hesitated. His response hadn't been heard yet, and she was not only curious to what he would say, she still liked listening to his voice. She could listen to him all day and never get bored, even if he was monotoning the world's dullest subject. Riley wanted to grab his arm and make him turn around, saying she can catch a later bus. She wanted to ask if he wanted to come back with her and hang out. And she really wanted to know what he looked like, but she couldn't voice any of them. Riley had never felt like this with anyone, and, for once, she didn't just speak her mind, because she didn't know how. The shield she put up to keep everyone out had been lowering itself since she starting talking to Tiberius, snapped back up when she had been attacked, then had lowered itself again while they had been walking. Uncaring, smart-mouth Riley had let the real Desdemona Riley show through. The latter had traits of the former, but it actually showed that it cared. And Riley did care.
They say the eyes are the gateway to the mind. If that is so, Riley's gate was wide open. Her emotions were easily seen, and her thoughts were buzzing around in her eyes like bees in a strong gale, she looked at his eyes once again, waiting for his melodic voice to speak.
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Post by Tiberius Maximus Aurelias on May 14, 2010 2:50:38 GMT
He was surprised to hear how calm she was when she told him exactly what he was and that she thought he was a nice guy. He turned to look at her face and she was calm. Tiberius concluded that she must have knowledge of vampires and that she may know of some. She certainly wasn't a vampire, her scent was too mouth watering for her to be human. Her words still rang in his ears, she was being quite honest, she answered fairly quickly. Riley was surprising him more and more.
As they arrived at the bus station, she left his arm go, he felt cold once her warming skin left his icy own. He could see that she didn't want to let go either, did she have an attraction to him like he did for her? Well he didn't really know he had it in for her but he was beginning to think she did for him. Her eyes looking straight into his as she stood there waiting for him to say something. There were many things he wanted to say but only a few seemed like the right thing to say. He faced his body towards her. He inched his way forward, getting closer and closer to her."And what do vampires need to survive?" He asked rhetorically. "Why aren't you afraid of me?" He asked her directly.
He came within merely inches of her, his face only inches from hers. "You should be terrified of me. I kill humans for food. I've killed before." He paused, his eyes gazing into hers. He wasn't safe for her to be around, he knew this, maybe he was trying to scare her off for her own good. "I'm not the good guy, I'm the bad guy Ms. Riley. You would be wise to not trust me and run." He finished, still remaining inches from her, not wanting to touch her for fear of her trying to hurt him and only hurting herself. Tiberius began to feel the connection that he first sensed, but he was somewhat afraid of it because she was human, his food source.
He didn't even want to think of where this would go if he didn't stay away from her because she didn't want him to leave. He would care for her, not because of her blindness, but because he felt something strong growing by the second. He would kiss her and things would go further eventually. What if he could not control himself? Would he do to Riley what he did to Jade three hundred years ago?
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Post by Desdemona Riley on May 14, 2010 12:34:17 GMT
The instinct to run was getting louder and louder as Tiberius came closer. When they had been walking, Riley had been so focused on walking without showing that her bruises were still causing her pain, that she hadn't heard the warning siren going off inside her head. Riley pushed her shoulders back, sending streaks of pain through her hurt muscles but she didn't care, and flat-out ignored the voice screaming at her that Tiberius was dangerous. The voice called her a suicidal idiot, but went silent when it saw it wasn't going to win. That, or the fact that once Tiberius spoke again, Riley shut any other voices out.
This time, she didn't bother answering the rhetorical question. Everybody knew vampires drank blood. "I'm not afraid of you, because you've never given me a reason to do so." Riley was afraid of hospitals because of the traumatic experience she had in one as a child. Riley was afraid of losing her uncle because she had lost one family member that she could remember already and she didn't want to go through that again. Riley feared things when she had a reason to, not just because she was supposed to, which lead to her third fear: losing herself. If she lost herself, she wasn't Riley anymore, well, that was worse than anything she could think of. What's the point in living if you can't be you? And if Riley turned away now, she would be giving in, and Desdemona Riley never gave in. So Riley stood her ground.
Was it considered murder if a hawk killed a squirrel? Did people call a lion a murderer because it killed one of the zoo-keepers? Did people put a snake on trial for killing a mouse, or biting a person? Doctors even kill people by accident! In other words, Riley wasn't scared of Tiberius, thought he was slightly justified in killing humans in his case, and simply did not care that he had killed before. People's lives ended everyday, and Tiberius was doing it for food, not just for some sick pleasure.
He was the bad guy? Tiberius seriously thought that? This time Riley's thoughts on the matter didn't stay inside her head. "Why would the bad guy save a human from one of his own kind?" Riley leaned forward slightly for emphasis, unaware that Tiberius was now only two inches away by her doing so. "And maybe you're right, maybe it would be better if I ran away. Maybe I should forget that you ever existed and get on with my life." One inch separated them now, and Riley's voice had risen slightly in her anger at what he was saying. "But I'm not. I didn't run away from the vampire who was literally threatening my life. I'm not going to run away from you either!" Riley dared him to say something with her eyes. He thought she would leave just because he said it'd be smart of her? Then he doesn't know her at all. In fact, she was a bit insulted of his lack of faith in her. She knew that they were friends at the least, and friends didn't abandon each other, so his words stung.
Riley thought there was three or four inches between them, so she was surprised that her hand had barely moved before it connected with Tiberius. Her anger at what he had said had riled her enough that she had tried to slap him. It wasn't going to hurt, she knew, it was just an insulted slap, and it wouldn't even hurt a human, just surprise them. It wouldn't even make a stone-hard vampire blink, most likely. Instead of hitting his cheek like she had been aiming for, her hand connected with the side and her fingers curled around the back of his head. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. When did he get so close? What is she touching? The first question she through off to miscalculation, and for the second, she just spread her fingers to figure out what it was by touch. Just hair, her search concluded. Then she blinked as Riley realized that she had just ran her fingers through his hair unknowingly. Riley felt her ears turning warm; that had been embarrassing.
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Post by Tiberius Maximus Aurelias on May 14, 2010 18:53:50 GMT
Tiberius wanted to just walk away because of her words, only to protect her, he liked being with and around her. Though before he could even muster up the nerve to save her skin and walk away, she wrapped her hand around the back of his head and ran her fingers through his hair. He was slightly surprised by this as she was supposedly upset and now she was getting a little intimate with him? Was she bipolar or something? Angry one second and then happy the next? Maybe she had intended to slap him? Because she seemed as confused and surprised as he did.
She looked cute with that embarrassed look on her face, he simply adored it. She was hard to get away from, he didn't want to leave her presence because being around her just felt too good. When she held onto him it made him feel something he hadn't felt in centuries, and now when she ran her fingers mistakingly through his hair, it made him feel it again, only adding to his desire to be near her. Though the desire of purity was quickly replaced by the desire for her blood, once it began to rush through her veins from her body to her head. He could feel the blood rushing from her hand to her head and back. It was intoxicating even for his centuries of practice, controlling himself was becoming hard when it came to her.
The urge to sink his teeth into her warm neck and drink from her body of it's precious lifeblood was becoming more and more a want then a need. Though he did not let it take over, usually he would run away at this point to protect her from the immediate threat he posed to her, why did he stay? He was training himself because he did not want to go through this again, when he was with her he wanted to have full control over his thirst for her blood. What if they had kissed, touched on a more intimate level or made love? Assuming they would ever go that far, just for th sake of argument, would he let his thirst stop him from being with her on those levels?
He stood his ground, slightly shaking as the hunger and scratching at the back of his throat worsened by the second, it was a living hell to experience. He softly and gently reached for and grabbed her hand that was behind his head, he brought it to his icy lips and kissed her hand, feeling the rushing warm blood separated from his lips by only a tiny layer of skin, that was the test and he passed it with flying colors. He held onto her hand for a second longer, looking her in the eyes. "Forgive me Ms. Riley, would you like me to back up?" He said in a charming tone and his accent rang from his lips, the same lips that placed a delicate and soft kiss on the hand in his hand just a second ago. He knew the answer and waited to hear it.
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Post by Desdemona Riley on May 14, 2010 21:42:56 GMT
The heat that had appeared in her ears after her mistake spread across her face and met at the bridge of her nose when Tiberius kissed her hand. It felt nice, and it was so sweet, more than he would know, considering he didn't know her life at home. Her Uncle Ozymandias did the same thing, but it meant more when Tiberius did it, for reasons Riley didn't understand. Uncle had been in her life much longer than Tiberius had, and she knew her uncle much better than she knew this vampire. She decided it was the novelty of the situation: Uncle Ozymandias had done it dozens of times, but this was the first time Tiberius had. That didn't explain why she had to blink a few times before the extra color faded from her face, but Riley didn't pay attention to that detail.
Riley shook her head at his question. Why would she want him to back up? Sound and touch were the main ways she was able to tell if somebody was there or not. And telling him he needed to move was like telling him to go away, which she didn't want that either. "But could you stop putting 'Miss' in front of my name? If anything, I should be calling you Mr. Whatever-Your-Last-Name-Is. You are older than me, after all." As she said that, she wondered how much older Tiberius was. He sounded like a couple years her senior, but his mannerisms made him seem older. Riley's family was old-fashioned and stressed manners and enjoying giving uncommon names that wouldn't have been too surprising if they lived in history. Tiberius was a name that fell into that category as well. He had an accent, maybe an immigrant from early America? That was a completely wild guess, and that was assuming that Tiberius had been in America when he had been turned (Riley was assuming he had been turned into a vampire from a human. That's what most storybooks said), and he could have easily sailed or flew here recently. It wasn't the right question for this time, though, so Riley kept her mouth shut.
As the pain in her back faded once more, Riley wondered what Tiberius looked like again. Her uncle had told her that she'd one day meet somebody and she'd wonder things about them that would never occur to her towards other people. He said destiny was funny, so you'd never know who it'd be, or when you'd meet them. Was this what he meant, Riley was curious to know. Reaching out with her left hand, Riley grabbed Tiberius's right elbow. She let her hand slide down his arm until she found his hand, which she closed her fingers around. "Come on. I can get a later bus." She didn't mention that she had no idea when a later bus was, and pulled Tiberius back in the direction of town. She didn't do it insistently; she just pulled once to tell him what she meant. The cold hand she held was lovely to her sense of touch. Deep down, even if Tiberius would get annoyed with her, she didn't want to let go. Riley knew she would want to eventually, but she had a feeling that that time wouldn't be until much later today at the least.
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Post by Tiberius Maximus Aurelias on May 15, 2010 5:35:27 GMT
He could tell she sorta like it when he kissed her on the hand. Then she asked him if he could stop calling her "Miss". It was a formality really, one from his time, to always address ladies as they were. "I will call you by Riley then and please just call me Tiberius Ms...I mean Riley." He said with a smile, not that she would see. Then Riley reached out and grabbed his elbow, sliding her hand down his arm to his hand and wrapping her fingers around his. Her warming touch almost too much to bear, the feel of her warm skin was mesmerizing and slightly intoxicating. He stayed strong of course, he would not hurt her.
She pulled him away from the bus stop saying she could catch a later bus. He was somewhat surprised and followed her lead without hesitation. "May I ask where we are off to Riley?" He asked with a small hint of excitement in his voice. He was glad she wanted to be with him more and it was obvious he was happy about that. New questions popped up into his head. Where was she taking him? What did she want to do? And how long would they be gone? All good questions but he didn't ask them, why? He didn't know why he just did not ask.
So this far he knew she knew what he was, that he killed people before and that he could easily kill her. Why did she trust him so much? Was it possible that she was feeling the same thing he was feeling and like him did not know what it was? Tiberius knew one thing for certain, he has never felt this way about a girl like he does Riley. She warmed his icy skin and no one else has ever done that. He liked the way her skin felt against his, even if it was just her hand, it felt nice, nice was something he did not experience every day. This was new to him, did he find himself falling in love with a human girl? Was it even possible to do such a thing? How would they be together on a more intimate level he wondered.
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Post by Desdemona Riley on May 15, 2010 12:09:53 GMT
Riley smiled at Tiberius when he said he'd drop the formalities. Truthfully, it hadn't really bothered her that much, it had sorta been like a nickname, but it clashed with one of her reasons she didn't go by her first name. Desdemona was long and it was extremely formal sounding due to the fact that it's from a Shakespearean playwright. She wondered what Tiberius was named after. In history class, she remembered there had been a roman emperor named Tiberius, but she didn't recall his full name. Was he named after that Tiberius, or another one? Maybe his parents had just liked the name? And Tiberius may not even know, Riley realized. Not every parent told their child why they chose a certain name, and she had a feeling he couldn't ask his parents anymore than she could. Riley kept her silence out of respect for his feelings, something she only did for people she cared about. Well, friends care about each other, Riley argued with herself, refusing to believe that she liked him. I do not like Tiberius, she told herself, but it sounded false, even in her own mind.
Actually, Riley had no idea where they were going. She only knew a few places in Port Angeles: the coffee shop, the movie theater, and the bus stops. But, she had a pretty good idea where another place was, and she wanted it to be a surprise. "Go right ahead." she told him, answering the literal question instead of the one they both knew he meant. It didn't matter that she hadn't answered him, because in less than a minute, they had arrived at the destination.
When she went to Port Angeles the first time, Riley had been with her uncle. He had taken her to a wall that overlooked the Pacific ocean. It was next to a road, but the road wasn't used all that much. There were even steps so you could head down to the beach if you were tired at looking at the water from high up. Uncle had taken her there in hopes that he would be able to explain what at least some of it looked like, but all he had been able to describe was the wall itself. He knew how to put waves in words that his blind niece could understand, but how do you explain the sky? Or the beauty of the colors of nature, blending together to form a picture that was worthy of being painted? He had been embarrassed that he had brought her here for nearly nothing, but Riley had had a good time listening to the waves and the cries of the seagulls. The roar of the sea beneath her feet, and her cane tapping against the safety wall with every step told her they were here. Using her cane as an extremely long pointer, Riley swept it to indicate the beach, the water, and the sky. "Look. My uncle says it's beautiful." Riley would never know what it looked like, but she wanted Tiberius to know. She'd always be content with textures and sounds, but Tiberius had struck her as an appreciator of art. Hopefully actual skyscapes and seascapes counted as art.
Still holding Tiberius's right hand in her left, Riley rested her cane against the wall and leaned against it, her right hand tracing patterns in the stone. It was a restless habit of hers; the urge to know what Tiberius looked like hadn't left her in their walk here. She didn't know why she was so curious (Riley still refused to believe that she liked Tiberius), or why she was having trouble getting up the nerve to ask. Irritation flared at herself about her hesitation. Asking wasn't going to end the world, and he had every right not to answer her. Riley turned away from the water without a second glance- she couldn't see it, and turning her head wasn't going to make the sounds go away- and looked at Tiberius. She didn't know whether he had turned to look at the view or not, so she just looked at where his eyes would be if he was facing her. "What do you look like?" Riley's tone was calm and curious, like it was a completely normal question, and hoped he would answer. She actually wanted to see him with her own hands, but that would be a little... too intimate, she guessed. She just met him, why would he be ok with her feeling his face? Riley knew it would be better if she just settled for his description, hoping he remembered that colors meant nothing to her. She wanted to know the structure of his face, something she could make a picture out of.
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